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ARCIENOT 




NOVEMBER, 1923 



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CONTENTS 



EDITORIAL STAFF 

EDITORIALS 

FOREWORD— The Editor 

"SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT"— H. C. N., '24 

"THE WAY TO WIN"— Nellie Lynch, '24 

LITERARY DEPARTMENT . . .2 

"THE FIRST TERM"— H. C. N., '24 2 

"HIS LAST DEED"— Bella Fireman, '24 2 

"TOO LATE"— Mary Wolfe, '25 4 

"ON VISITING AN ART MUSEUM"— Harriet Gay, '24 5 

"SPUD"— Chester Bailey, '25 6 

"THE GNOME"— Katherine Foss, '24 8 

"THE PRODIGAL SONS"— Francis Foley, '24 8 

"REVOLT, APRIL 16, 1921"— Alice Pratt, '25 9 

"RESPONSIBILITY"— Harriet Gay, '24 10 

"PAL 'O MINE"— L. Cleveland, '24 11 

"A SMASHED TRIANGLE"— Katherine Foss, '24 12 

"THE STOWAWAY"— James Bunney, '25 14 

"A HE-MAN"— Francis Dower, '24 15 

"SIR KENNETH DE BOVERLY" PAPER NO. V— Madison and Speele ... 16 

"THE WORM TURNS"— Grace Potter, '25 17 

"THE FRUGAL NEW ENGLANDER"— Myrtha Lindeberg, '25 18 

"THE BOY STOWAWAYS"— Edwin Cobb, '25 19 

"IF MONEY GREW ON TREES"— Jerome Pendergast, '25 20 

"CASTLES IN THE AIR"— Harriet Gay, '24 . . .22 

"REFLECTIONS WHILE SHAVING"— Forrest MacLean, '24 24 

"JIM BURNS"— Margaret Costello, '24 24 

"THE 'RUBE' "—Charles Flaherty, '24 . . . . 25 

"THEN AND NOW"— Barbara Howes, '24 25 

"THE MAN"— Fred Pendergast, '25 26 

FOREIGN LANGUAGE DEPARTMENT 27 

Spanish 

"EL EFECTO DE BENEVOLENCIA"— Anna Higgins, '25 27 

"MI PROPRIETARIO— EL DEBER"— Barbara Howes, '24 28 

"LA PROFECIO DE NUESTRA CLASE DE ESPANOL"— M. Owens and E. Gifford 28 

French 

"L'AUTOMNE"— Joseph Moore, '26 . . . 29 

"LE FEU MYSTERIEUX"— Dorothy Brown, '24 29 

"LA REPONSE RIDICULE"— Irving Fireman, '26 29 

"LE DRAPEAU TRICOLORE DE LA FRANCE"— Harriet Gay, '24 . . . .30 
"UNE LECON DE PRONONCIATION"— Rose Levine, '24 . . . . - . .30 

"UNE DESCRIPTION DE NOTRE ECOLE"— M. F. Maher, '25 .... 30 

"LE JOUR DE GRACE EN AMERIQUE"— Alice French, '26 30 

"UNE CLASSIQUE AMERICAINE"— Charles Rafuse, '24 30 

"L'AUTOMNE ET SES JOURS DE FETE"— Raymond Hartnet, '26t ... 31 

"TRES SIGNIFIANT!" 31 

"UN VOYAGE A EVERETT"— Helen Parrock, '24 31 

"L'AUTOMNE"— Nora Barry, '25 31 

"LE PREMIER JOUR DE GRACE"— Mary Flaherty, '26 31 

"LA SOCIETE TRICOLORE" 32 

"LE CERCLE FRANCAIS"— Myrtha Lindeberg, '25 32 

"PERGE MODO"— Margaret Costello, '24 32 

JUNIOR HIGH DEPARTMENT 33 

"FUTURE IMPROVEMENTS FOR OUR JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL"— Edmund G. 

Caine, 9B 33 

"VENICE IN BOSTON"— Joseph Breen 34 

"AN AUTUMN ARGUMENT"— Francis Harris 34 

"SMOKE ENVELOPS NORWOOD"— John Dixon . 34 

"AUTUMN WONDERS"— Barbara Roberts 35 

"CAUGHT"— Gertrude Maloney 35 

"THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN"— Gertrude O'Brien 35 

"THE AMERICAN FLAG"— Rose Perlmutter, 9B 86 

ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT 37 

SCHOOL NOTES 38 

SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 38 

SENIOR NOTES 38 

JUNIOR NOTES 40 

SOPHOMORE NOTES 41 

ALUMNI NEWS 42 

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT 43 



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(Flje Argu^nnt 



VOL. 4 



NOVEMBER, 1928 



EDITORIAL STAFF 



V) 1 



Editor-iiC- Chief 

BARBARA HOWLS, '24 

LINDSAY CLEVELAND (Ass't), '24 
Business Managers 

ESTHER SINCLAIRE, '24— Chairman 

JOHN JEWETT, '24 

BELLA EI RE MAN, '24 

ERNEST MOLLOY, '25 

EDWIN DANIELS, '26 
Athletics 

CHARLES FLAHERTY, '24 
Exchange Editor 

MARGARET COSTELLO, '24 
Alumni Editor 

MARY ABELY, '21 



( hiss Editors 

CATHERINE FOSS, '24 
RUTH WATSON, '24 
MYRTNA LINDEBURG, '25 
GRACE POTTER, '25 
FRANCES JOHNSTON, '28 
HENRY NEW MAX. "26 

Junior High Editors 

alma McCarthy, ■*! 

ELIZABETH McGLASHEN, '27 



School Activities 

HARRIET GAY. 



'24 



EDITORIALS 



WITH this issue the "Arguenot" 
begins its fourth year. In the 
three years of its existence the magazine 
has grown from . a mere infant of four 
pages to a full-fledged periodical. This 
growth and steady improvement have 
been made possible by the persistent 
efforts of the editorial staffs of the past. 
They have left us a hard task to make our 
achievements equal theirs, and so it is 
with mingled pride and misgiving that 
we present this issue to our many friends. 



that made possible the foot ball banquet, 
the donations, and the athletic sweaters? 
What about the expenses and support 
for the trip to Clifton, X. J.? 

We do appreciate our army of "Silent 
Supporters," but we can do more. It is 
up to us to return a square deal and do 
all our business, as far as possible, in 
Norwood — our home town. 

"H. C. X.," '24. 



^ to Think About 

We are starting another school year, 
and the school paper is going to be the 
biggest and the best of any year previous. 

We need support on the literary side. 
This takes a lot of encouraging, "drawing 
out" our latent abilities. 

But here's another side to the story, 
the business end of the job. These loyal 
supporters need no coaxing. 

The merchants and business men of 
Norwood, with both large and small capi- 
tal, have backed us and are backing us 
financially at every turn. Who was it 



The Way to Win 
Yes, we the class of '24 are the present 
Seniors of the Norwood High School. 
Too, we are a class to be proud of, for 
among us may be found orators, inst rue- 
tors, musicians, and singers. We are 
not satisfied with simply reading and 
brooding over what others have done, but 
we realize that what they can do we can 
do as well, if not better. 

Friends and classmen, we are going to 
"put across" our Senior Prom. Senior 
Play, and Graduation as successfully as 
did the class of '23. We are going to do 
this by loyally pulling together. We 
can do it — and we must! Here lies our 
future success in our own will. 



THE ARGUENOT 



And after we have passed from this, our 
dear old school, classmen, you will listen 
with awe as our teachers proudly and nobly 
tell of the wonders we have performed. 
Oh, we as Seniors have heard it, and it 
sounds good. 



Let us keep ever before us that team- 
work and co-operation are "The Way to 
Win." and we cannot fail. 

NELLIE R. LYNCH, '24. 




The First Term 



THIS makes us think of the old adage, 
"Here shineth another blue day, 
whither to while it away?" Isn't that 
something like the idea we all want to 
"put across" — to ourselves? 

Here ends another school term. Do 
we say, "What have I made of the oppor- 
tunity?" or "Well, I have 'squeaked' by 
so far!" 

Somehow I've always thought (tho 
I'd make a poor philosopher) of school 
as a large V. We start at the small end, 
and as we progress (or rather, if we 
progress) our opportunities grow larger 



and larger. We have no longer a vista of 
life, but a view. So much for a broader 
education. 

We are now in High School, and our 
training will end here — whether we wish 
it or not, unless we make a success of 
our "Job." 

If your marks are poor, don't worry, 
but show your report card that you know 
who's boss! Suppose your report card 
starts off this term with a "C" or even a 
"D" — just run the old alphabet off back- 
wards. 

"H. C. N.," '24. 



Mi§ La 

AS the great ship "Marie" neared the 
promised land and the Statue of 
Liberty grew larger and more prominent, 
there arose among the passengers a feeling 
of awe and happiness. The "Marie" car- 
ried its burden of excited French immi- 
grants who wore running here and there, 
crying and laughing with joy. 

One little person was not stirred by the 



§tt Deed 
sight of that structure representing lib- 
erty. There appeared a far-away look 
in the dark dreamy eyes of this little 
French girl as she stood on the deck of the 
"Marie," a look revealing a certain pa- 
thetic sadness and longing. 

Little Valere Pierette was suddenly 
aroused from her thoughts by the kind 
voice of the ship's mate. 



TJI K AKfJU E X OT 






"Bonjour, Valere!" 

"Oh, Monsieur/' she said turning 
around, "how you give me the fright!" 
Then adding dreamily, "From ze own 
country to ze new. It ecs strange, mon- 
sieur, very strange." 

"Haven't you received an answer from 
your father yet?" he asked. "And haven't 
you any idea where you are going?" 

"No," she replied, "it's strange, n'est- 
ce pas, that my papa does not write. 
Before my mother dies she say, 'Valere, 
in Amerique you will find your father 
for I have already send the letter;' but 
you see, monsieur, he never send the 
answer and maybe he don't want me, 
n'est ce pas." 

Just then there rang out the gong of the 
landing ship and the excitement of the 
passengers grew. 

Valere bade the mate good-bye after 
having refused to take an address of a 
friend of his, and went quietly to get her 
little bundle of clothes. 

The ship drew nearer and anchored. 
A cry from the passengers went up, 
"Amerique," and the people proceeded 
to leave the boat, pushing and pulling 
until they were put in order by the 
officers. 

Valere, in contrast to the wide-eyed, 
eager, hurrying mob, her little bundle 
slung neatly over her shoulder, walked 
slowly and dreamily from the ship. 
Almost sub-consciously she walked into 
the large building for incoming passengers 
where mothers, fathers, sisters, and 
brothers all met in a happy reunion. 
She left the main room of the building, 
the waiting room, and entered a little 
side room, taking a seat in the far end 
of the room. 

Fifteen moments passed, in which time 
Valere sat waiting, doubtful of her father's 
appearance. In thought she passed over 
the fifteen years of contentment and joy, 



fifteen years of her happy life in I 
living with her mother. Then her mother 
died suddenly, telling Valere the 
of her husband's flight to America. I' 
seems thai upon Valere's Hither had fallen 
a certain suspicion of a deed of which he 
was innocent. To escape punishment he 
had fled from France to America promis- 
ing to bring his wife and only child over 
when he had earned enough money. For 
years his letters came steadily to his wife 
bringing rays of hope and news of his 
luck in America. He wrote, "I am saving 
the money to bring you and my baby 
here but it will take time. Much time." 
Then his letters stopped coming and 
nothing could be heard of him. Fdr 
years Valere's mother struggled to earn 
a living for her child and herself, always 
hoping. Then came her sudden death, 
leaving only enough money for Valere's 
passage to America. 

Valere now sobbed as she remembered 
those happy days in France and she 
shuddered at the thought of her obscure 
future. She was interrupted by a shout 
and a sudden noise of running people. 

"Catch him, hold him!" went out the 
cries of a dozen people in the rest room 
and a terrified looking man rushed into 
the room. With one ghastly glance at 
Valere he bounded over a table and 
slunk down behind a desk in the room. 
His pursuers followed and began a search 
for the man. One cruel looking officer 
approached the wide-eyed Valere and 
spoke in a cold voice. "Here there, you, 
did you see a man come in here?" 

"N-no," she answered nervously, 
"b-but I-I— !" 

"He isn't here," the officer told the 
others and they all ran out again to look 
for their escaped captive. 

The man came out from his hiding- 
place and approached Valere. He was a 
dark, short, underfed man, his shabby 



THE ARGUE N T 



clothes barely covering his thin body. 

- <>ke English with a French accent. 

"Thank you. little girl. Why did you 
do zat for me'?'" 

"I do not know, monsieur, but I was 
frightened and — But maybe you have 
seen my father whom I wait for." 

A pitiful expression overspread the 
face of this strange man and he stared at 
the child. 

"Etes-vous Valere Pierette?" he asked 
suddenly. 

"Yes."' she answered surprised. Then 
her face lighting up she asked. "Are you 
my papa?" 

Before he could answer, two officers 
entered the room and on spying the es- 
caped man. seized him. The man thrust 



a scrap of paper into the hand of the little 
French girl and then walked away. On 
unfolding the paper she read the French 
w. ords : 

"To Valere Pierrette, my beloved 
daughter. The story of my plight is a 
sad one. for I am a murderer and thief. 
But I hope to go to my death relieved 
of my one duty to my wife and daughter. 
Go to 79 Bland St.. N. Y. and you shall 
be taken care of. Adieu and forgive — 
Your devoted parent. 

Jean Pierrette. 

The little girl was happy, for her father 

had done his best for her. and she smiled 
in spite of the tears in her eyes. 

BELLA FIREMAN. 24. 



Too Late 



DAIXTILY wielding a fluffy puff 
over the tip of her snub nose. 
Zizi Powers looked out of the bay window. 
Soon a boy came in sight. He waved, 
then. — 

"Good morning." called AUister Bruce. 

"Hello!" she cried, jumping up. 
"Come right in." 

A gaunt, big boy. dressed in "up-to- 
the-minute" sport clothes, with a golf 
bag over his shoulder, sauntered in. 

"Oh. Allie," pouted Zizi. "you know 
I'd promised Bob." 

"Oh. come now. Zizi. you know that I 
can't play with you even* day.*' 

'Yes. but what will Bob say?" 

There was a moment's pause and then 
Zizi said. "All right. I'll go. I suppose 
I'd rather, anyway.'" 

The two walked out to the car. put their 
golf bags in the rack, and started off, 
Zizi driving. 

"Guess. Bob'll be surprised when he 
finds only Jinx there." 

5, but he doesn't -com to mind her 
much. Do you think - 



"Xo. I don't." responded Bruce, 
anxious to please. 

Jinx. Zizi's sister, sat on the piazza, 
reading a novel. A French Grammar 
was at her side, so that, at a warning 
footstep, it would be ready for use. Sud- 
denly a flivver swung up the drive. 

"Hello!" shouted Bob. "where's Zizi?" 

"Out with Allie. I guess." whispered 
Jinx. 

"But she'd promised — " 

"Yes, but what of it? She wanted to 
go with Allister so she went!" 

"So I see," Bob scowled. This was the 
third time he'd discovered Zizi to be with 
Allister Bruce when she had him for 
company, and he didn't like it. 

"Well. I've got the flivver, so won't 
you come out with me?" 

"Sure. I'd love to." So Jinx and Bob 
rode off together. 

"You know, Jinx, I am through my 
t raining now and I may be called across 
any time." 

"But wont you be here for some time?" 

"Perhaps." 



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Bob took Jinx home, then went u > bis 
own home where hia mother mel him. 

"Bob/' ahe said, "you're to go" 
•All right, mother." 

Next day Bob left, and Zizi was left 
In-'' to play with Allie, without the 
knowledge of a broken promise. 

Then the war was over. Bob came 
home, tanned, and strong; he had fought 
a good fight and been rewarded with a 
medal. As Allie had evaded drafts, he 
could boast of no medal, tell no tales of 



harrowing experient 3 / 
flustered al Bob's home comi 

A- she sat on the porch, her b 
rapidly. A fi. rag up the drive. 

A- Bob, the bronzed soldie 
toward the house, Bhe 
stunned Bhe saw Jinx -tart from the 
owb, and heard Bob say: "Well, Jinx. 
waited for it. arid now weT\ take 
that ride." 

MARY WOLFE, _ 



On Visiting an Art Museum 



WHEN I was quite small my mother 
promised to take me to the Art 
Museum in Boston. At that time I 
hadn't the faintest idea of what a museum 
could be, but the word suggested "amuse- 
ment" to me, and. knowing vaguely that 
one saw pictures there, I anticipated some 
such entertainment as a moving picture 
show. 

I did not allow my mother to forget her 
promise, and before long an opportunity 
for the visit presented itself. In the 
lightest of spirits I walked with Mother 
for what seemed miles out from the city 
of Boston. Finally, we came within 
sight of the building which had often been 
pointed out to me as a place of interest. 
I felt strangely awed as we approached 
the palatial entrance, and I fancied that 
I was about to discover some weird 
mystery which lay behind the huge doors. 

At the very first I met an unusual dis- 
appointment, for Mother walked straight 
through the vestibule of the museum, 
without buying or displaying a single 
ticket of any sort. I considered this a 
bad sign, partly because I knew one in- 
variably purchased tickets before enter- 
ing a theatre, and partly because there 
was something about a printed ticket 
that always thrilled me. I had hoped 



to make a valuable addition to my unique 
collection at home of old cards, tickets 
and printed program-. 

However, we swept on with the greal - 
expectancy. We entered a large room 
that was filled with looming white statues. 
and Mother led me up to admire a huge 
figure of a woman without head or arms. 
I gave it one glance of amazement and 
then my eyes were attracted to other 
parts of the room. Mother began a dis- 
sertation on sculpture in words of one 
syllable, but I didn't hear, for I had sud- 
denly realized that the museum was not 
what I had expected it to be. "A 
museum." I was meditating crudely. 
"must be a place where you 2:0 to amuse 
yourself, and not to be amused." 

But the solid hour that followed was 
not enjoyable for me. After the novelty 
of wandering about when I pleased had 
worn away. I became decidedly lx>red 
and refused to enthuse over anything. 
I followed Mother about quite impa- 
tiently, and rejoiced when we left the 
building. 

I have never visited a museum since 
then without remembering my first dis- 
appointing experience. Long ago I made 
the discovery why the many objects 
which were being preserved with the 



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THE ARGUENOT 



greatest of care held no interest for me. 
One must look at a thing with something- 
more than curiosity in order to appreciate 
it. He must know something about it, 
and understand why its creator considered 
it worth while. I am sure that on that 
first visit I gazed much longer at a picture 
that I had seen before and learned to 
know, than at one entirely new to me. 
Strangely enough, the only picture which 
I remember being interested in at that 



time was one which I saw every day in 
my own home. It was "The Blue Boy" 
by Gainsborough. Mother had often 
told me why Gainsborough painted that 
picture, and I think now that I enjoyed 
seeing it in a strange place because it 
was an old friend. I hope that in the 
future I shall always find an art museum 
a source of pure enjoyment, and that I 
shall meet many "old friends" there. 
HARRIET GAY, '24. 



T TE was just plain "Spud" to the 
■*■ -*• people of the small town of Lubec, 
Maine. Nobody knew just where 
"Spud" had come from. He just ap- 
peared in Lubec during the fall of nine- 
teen twenty-one. He had hired out to 
different vessels fishing off the "Banks." 
He was a first-class "A-B" and had won 
much praise from the "Old Salts" on his 
ability to use his head in a crisis. 

A lovely June morning in Lubec harbor. 
Out beyond the Lubec Light, lay the 
broad Atlantic. As "Spud" sat looking 
at the view, he witnessed a strange feeling 
of awe for that seemingly endless ex- 
panse of water. He remembered an 
article that he had once read in a news- 
paper; the printed words appeared 
clearly before his mind's eye: "It is only 
in the tumult of the elements that man 
realizes his puny strength." As he sat 
thus musing he became aware of the 
presence of a man. He turned to see a 
young man dressed in spotless white 
duck trousers, with coat to match. On 
his coat sleeve was some gold braid. 
"Some officer from that yacht out in the 
harbor," he said to himself. 

"Is there anything that I can do for 
you, sir?" asked '-Spud" with a smile. 

"Why yes there is," answered the man, 
falling in at once with "Spud's" cheerful 



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mood. "You see I am bos'n of that 
yacht you see out there in the harbor." 
He carefully pointed out, with a stubby 
forefinger, in which direction the craft 
lay. 

"Well, to make things brief," said the 
bos'n, "our radio operator skipped and 
left us in the lurch, and we have simply 
got to get out of here to-night. The man 
that owns the craft has his wife and a few 
select friends on board. He has to get 
back to New York inside the next three 
days," added the officer by way of ex- 
planation. "As you probably know, the 
government requires that an operator 
be on board before we can sail." 

"Spud" considered what the man had 
said. Here is a chance to get to the 
"big city," he thought. 

"The people up in the town said that 
I might find you down here, and that you 
know something about radio," continued 
the officer. 

"Yes, I was an operator once down in 
Cuba," answered "Spud." 

"Well, by gosh, you're just the boy 
I am looking for. Do you want to take 
the job?" 

"Do I? Well I'll say I do." 

The smart little motor boat, all 
aglitter with shining brass work, went 
swiftly from the dock to the trim yacht 



Til E A R G U EN OT 



out in the harbor. The, captain mel the 
boat at the landing with an anxious look, 
but when he saw "Spud" sitting afl in the 
craft, his visage cleared. The bos'n 

explained the situation to the captain. 
"Spud" was shown to the radio room 
which was on the starboard side of the 
vessel up forward. 

"Stay here until I go into the store 
room and see if I can find a suit to fit 
you," ordered the bos'n. 

While the bos'n was in the storeroom 
"Spud" had time to look about his new 
quarters. The room was nicely fur- 
nished. Easy chairs were placed in 
convenient places. "Some palace I'll 
tell the world," exclaimed "Spud." 
"Nothing like the two by fours on most 
steamers. Gosh, T sure did strike luck 
this time." A large radio panel was the 
thing that held "Spud's" attention. A 
large fire K. W. spark set was be- 
hind the panel. The front of the panel 
was covered with switches. "Spud" 
pushed one, and a light but serviceable 
rotary spark gap started in motion with 
a hum. 

"I bet that gap will stand some juice," 
thought "Spud." On the table was a 
"hundred and six" tuner, the standard 
tuner of ships. "Spud" looked at it with 
admiring glances. 

Further inspection was halted by the 
entrance of the bos'n with his suit. 
Half an hour later, "Spud" stepped out 
on the deck in answer to the dinner bell. 
"Spud" was introduced to the crew. He 
never saw any of the passengers except 
at a distance. 

That afternoon the yacht weighed 
anchor and left the harbor. The same 
night "Spud" went on duty from twelve 
until the next morning. Nothing un- 
usual happened that night. The next 
night just before his watch, a thick fog- 
set in from the weather bow. He judged 



the vessel to be aboul off Martha's Vine- 
yard. It wae ten minutes before twelve 
as "Spud" adjusted hi- r< to fit 

In- head more easily. He copied a few 
calls of other coastwise -hip- and entered 
them in the radio log book. 

"Spud" Looked ai his watch twenty 
minutes pasl twelve. 

Crash! tear! rip! "Spud" was thrown 
against the wall with a resounding crash. 
He regained his senses about five minute- 
later. Men were scurrying al out the 
decks. Hurriedly he picked himself up 
and rushed to the door opening on the 
deck. He saw the captain standing be- 
side the large searchlight giving orders 
to different men. 

"Get below, you lubber, and see how 
much damage is done. Don't stand 
looking. Move!" fairly shouted the 
irate captain. "The ding busted fool 
was running without a light, fore or aft; 
didn't even stop to see if he had done any 
damage," bellowed the captain to the 
questioning yacht owner, who stood 
partly dressed on the deck. 

"Spud" hurried to his post to await 
orders. He was not kept waiting long — 
the speaking-tube bell rang. "Yes sir'. 1 " 
answered "Spud." 

"Get in touch with some vessel near by 
and tell her we have a rip on our star- 
board bow below the water line, and we 
can only stay afloat two hours at the 
most. Get all that?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Let me know when you u - et a re- 
ply." 

"Aye, aye, sir." 

The SOS went crashing into the night 
air as "Spud" opened up with full power. 
He was soon in touch with a United Fruit 
Company's steamer about five miles 
distant. 

"Coming all speed ahead," answered 
the vessel in reply to the SOS. 



THE ARGUENOT 



This information was joyfully received 
by the anxious captain on the bridge. 

The steamer soon arrived. The rent 
in the side of the vessel was not as bad as 
it had appeared at first. It was repaired 
sufficiently to allow the yacht to be towed 
safely to port. When the yacht arrived 



"Spud" was given his pay, which seemed 
a large amount to him. 

"Spud" was now in New York City! 
His dreams were coming true! More 
than that, "Spud" was given a per- 
manent position as radio operator on the 
yacht. CHESTER BAILEY, '25. 



The Gnome 



A while ago, in the Spring of the year, 
I found a gnome in a donkey's ear. 

I looked at him; then I said, said I, 
"Tell me the funniest thing, or try." 

"The funniest thing in the world?" said 

he; 
"The funniest thing there is, tee hee!" 



He pulled his little knees up to his chin 
And looked at me with a wicked grin. 

"You think it's a monkey or lunatic, 
Or an error or maybe some foolish trick. 

"You think you're a serious great to-do; 
So the funniest thing in the world is you." 



I took the rebuke in the Spring of the year 
From the gnome I found in a donkey's 
ear. 

KATHERINE FOSS, '24. 



Tike Prodigal Sons 



JOHN DALTON was a twelve o'clock 
fellow in a nine o'clock town. At 
least, he thought he was, "This town 
is too small and dead for us," he said 
to his friend Bill Henry one day. "Well, 
let's blow," said Bill. "Where to?" 
asked the other wayward youth. "Wher- 
ever we can 'bum' our way," was the 
answer. "I'll meet you to-morrow morn- 
ing at school time," suggested John. 
"All right, so long," sang out the other 
as he started home to ponder over this 
resolve to see life in a real city. 

The next morning the two youths met 
in front of the bowling alleys at eight 
o'clock. After putting all their available 
funds together, they found that they 
had exactly seventy-five cents. Of course 
this was no huge fortune but then again 



it was quite a good deal. (So thought 
these young disciples of Robin Hood.) 

At quarter past eight they started, 
hoping to get a ride very soon. In this 
they were sadly disappointed. In a 
very short time they were giving their 
opinion of automobile owners in good, 
plain English, all of which did them no 
good whatever, only that it took a load 
off their minds. At last they got a ride 
in a truck which took them to the next 
town, about twelve miles away. Taking 
the truck-driver into their confidence, 
they told him their story. The truck- 
driver, knowing boys and their ways, told 
them that he would be returning to their 
home town about five p. m. the following 
day and if they were going back that they 
could meet him at the freight yards. 



TJI K AlUili E NOT 






They told Mm that they were sorry but 
they were not going back. The truck- 
driver laughed and said, "Well, if you 
change your minds, I'll meet you any- 
way." 

It being about twelve o'clock, the boys 
felt a gnawing sensation in the region 
of their stomachs. After a consultation, 
they decided that they would eat. They 
entered the nearest lunch room and in 
about half an hour they came out seventy- 
five cents poorer. 

They decided to hail a ride to the next 
town, which was easier said than done, 
and about ten o'clock found them reclined 
in a cornfield for the night. It being a 



particularly cold October night, they did 
not fare very well and woke up in the 
morning rather stiff. They lived th< 
of the day on apples and at about five 
o'clock decided thai they would meel the 
truck driver after all. 

If they thought their parents would 
kill the fatted calf when they arrived 
home, they were much disappoint r-d. 
They both received a severe scolding 
from their respective fathers. The next 
day in school they were a couple of re- 
pentent youths and for a while at l<-a-t 
their craving for adventure was satisfied. 
FRANCIS FOLEY, '24. 



Revolt, April 16, 1921 



"A new peasant revolt is 
sweeping Russia, according to 
advices received in Berlin. 
Seventy-two peasants are sen- 
tenced to death and two hundred 
to terms of imprisonment for 
participating in an uprising, say 
advices received in Stockholm 
from Russia." 

The young man scanned the paper 
eagerly for more news of the Russian 
revolt but foreign news in those days was 
scarce. He was a dark young man, un- 
mistakably from the Old World. He was 
sitting in front of an open fireplace, 
resting on a large comfortable davenport. 
He seemed rather out of place in the 
magnificently furnished room of a large 
house on Fifth Avenue in New York. 
He appeared to be thinking deeply and 
he did not notice the entrance of a young- 
girl into the room. She stole quietly 
up behind him and glancing, over his 
shoulder read the above notice in the 
paper. She finished with a short ex- 
clamation. 



"Oh Alfredo, what of Mimo and Mirko? 
They will surely be hurt or even killed. 
Please go back to them, Alfredo, and 1 (ring 
them safely here." 

Still Alfredo did not answer, for he. 
too, was thinking that something ought 
to be done. The girl, Rose, walked back 
and forth and finally flung herself beside 
her brother on the davenport. At last 
Alfredo broke the silence with a deep 
voice. 

"Rose, are we lucky that we are com- 
fortable here in America or are we un- 
lucky because we are separated from our 
younger brothers? Oh, Rose, I'm going 
back. Just because we were the ones 
to be chosen to have a chance to earn out- 
living over here in America, it doesn't 
mean that we're any better than our 
brothers, Mimo and Mirko. Oh, I've 
got to go back. I'm going back." 

He had jumped up at his first words and 
when he finished he looked pleadingly 
at his sister. Rose had not seemed to 
pay a particle of attention to what 
Alfredo had been saying, but when he 
finished she stood up. 



10 



THE ARGUENOT 



"Alfredo, it is your duty. Our dead 
.parents would wish it. Go. Do not 
heed me, I will be safe here with my 
friends. Go, with all speed." 

At that Alfredo said, "Do you mean it, 
Rose?" 

"Of course I do," said the latter im- 
patiently. "Hurry, go on the next boat. 
Hurry, oh please, for the sake of Mimo 
arid Mirko." She gave him a slight 
push as she spoke and he was out, down 
the street in less than five minutes. 

"Next boat to Liverpool, please, state- 
room and all accommodations." The 
rather excited voice of the speaker roused 
the clerk from his semi-drowsy state. 

"What did you .say?" he asked. 

"Next boat to Liverpool, please, state- 
room and all accommodations." This 
time each word was clearly emphasized 
by Alfredo. 

"Well," the night clerk drawled, "the 
next one doesn't go until Friday and 
everything is about taken. Only one 
first-class section left, about ten second- 
class and I don't know as you'd be inter- 
ested in the third class. Anyway, you 
don't look as though you would." 

"I'll take the first-class section. How 
much is it?" 

Rushing home he found Rose in the 
same position in which he had left her. 
She sprang up when she saw him and 
her eyes asked the question, "Well, what 
success?" 

"I leave Friday; to-day is Monday, 
only four more clays and then — and then 



I am on my way to Russia; to Mimo and 
Mirko." 

The next few clays Rose and Alfredo 
were busy preparing for Alfredo's journey. 
It was to be a lonesome time for Rose but 
she did not say anything to her brother 
because in a few weeks she would have 
her other two brothers there with her. 
This thought would make her happy 
again. 

It was the night before the sailing for 
Liverpool. Alfredo and Rose were at 
dinner when a messenger boy ran up the 
steps with such haste that Rose, who 
had seen him, rushed to the door. 

"Cablegram for Alfredo Zayas," he 
said as Rose opened the door. 

"I'll take it, he's my brother," and 
quickly signing her name in the book, 
she ran back to her brother, calling his 
name loudly. "Alfredo, Alfredo, I'm 
sure it's important. Hurry, open it." 
She gave it to him quickly. 

Alfredo tore it open and scanned it 
eagerly. To Rose it seemed as though 
he would never give it to her, because he 
read it once and again, and then a third 
time. At last he realized that Rose was 
waiting to see what was written on the 
slip of paper. He gave it to her, and his 
sister quickly read : 

"Mimo and Mirko Zayas safe, warned 
by secret spy. Sailing for America on 
'Savannah.' Reach N. Y. April 30. 
Meet at pier." 

Signed : American Consul in Russia, 

April 20, 1921. 
A. M. PRATT, '25. 



CAN your friends rely upon you? Do 
you habitually undertake tasks 
wholeheartedly, and devote yourself to 
them, feeling that success will be yours 
and knowing that others arc depending 



upon you? That is responsibility, the 
great force which keeps things going in 
this busy world. 

Of course it is quite possible to get 
along without responsibility. Thousands 



Til K A KG I I, X OT 



11 



of people do; they are the poor individ- 
uals who put the Least into, and gel the 
least out of, their careers. They sail 
serenely over the surface of life, leaving 
behind them a blank and rippleless wake. 
Here and there they go, arriving aowhere, 
but ever seeking a certain breeze called 
Inspiration to blow them into port. But 
Inspiration herself is unreliable and 
never blows anything definite toward 
becalmed seamen. She comes in squally 
puffs that quite overwhelm the delighted 
barque, Career, until it finds its course, 
and then she dies an uncertain death, and 
lurks along the shore until she chooses 
to play another trick. 

Now fancy a second ship on that same 
sea of life, one that puts forth with a 
purpose and arrives in due time at the 
very harbor which it seeks. It is the 



good ship Responsibility. ( >n sb 
before a number of dependable wind.-. 
Perseverance, Determination, Faith, 
Hope, and Self-assurance. She sounds 
the very depth- of thai sea for her in- 
spirations and, guided by them, she lav- 
her course, straight and swift, for the 
bright horizon. Not only doe- she de- 
liver her precious cargo at the porl of her 
destination, but all along the wraj 
sends out long waves to thunder out upon 
every distant shore a message of cheer 
and encouragement. 

In which ship have you chosen to ride? 
It is very easy to leave for somebody else 
the unpleasant tasks which fall in your 
path, but how monotonous and meaning- 
less such an idle life may become! Hint: 
shoulder a little responsibility. 

HARRIET GAY, '24. 



JOHN and me was down an' out! Yes 
sir, the gutter was a mighty good 
place for the both of us. 

Well, that day, just to celebrate, we 
went into a dog-cart and grabbed a bite 
to eat. To cap this extravagance, we 
bought a regular red-letter journal (not 
such a Bible!). Say, they're as good as a 
roller coaster at Revere — for the eyes! 

"Straw Hats Off." Murder Victim's 
Body Found." "Printers Strike." 
"While Iron Is Hot, Burns House." 
"Suicide." "New Comic Song." "Death 
Takes Its Toll!" 

Well, down in the corner John spotted 
a news item, which proclaimed as follows: 
"Number of Holdups Increase." "Young 
Women Often Gang Leaders." 

After digesting this hunk of news, an' 
our dinner, John says, "It's a crime to be 
broke, ain't it? Let's go and join one of 
these burglar gangs, an' show 'em we're 
good for somethin' anyhow." 



Mine 

Well, there's no use elucidatin' further. 
But any way, we landed a job in "Smith's 
Shady Six" Gang. Pretty fast workers, 
they were. We had a meetin' that night. 
(Good season, don't you know?) Well, 
it ended with a dandy frame-up on John 
$. Bronson (w r ho never made a capital S 
without a couple of lines thru it — $). 

"Say," says I, "who's the leader of this 
gang?" 

"Oh," says 'Lamp Eye,' "the boss is 
younger'en you by a couple of years — 
only 17, and some kid — why — " I 
didn't hear the rest as it was my move. 

Creepin' along these hedges o' million- 
naire joints always makes me nervous. 
You see when John D. Rock, showed me 
thru his back yard, my memory was poor. 

Well, the glass on the window was nice 
and thin. We made less noise than no 
burglars (as we had "canned" the watch- 
man's snore). 

Once inside, I heard John whisper. 



12 



THE ARGUEXOT 



sort o' toddlin'-like, •"you go there an' 
well meet you later."' A nod, and I was 
off for the dining room. (Not that I 
was hungiy, but you get me!) Well, 
my ten magnets got busy. I'll tell — 
Lights all on! 

"Say," squeaks I. "I don't need — 
Holy Cats!" An' there was a row of 
"em. all showing me what fine bargains 
thej 'd got at the gun store! 

"Here's 10 years for me" (think- I . 

Well, there was only one getaway, an' 
that didn't look permanent. I made a 
run for a closet in the corner room and 
slammed the door. 

They didn't fire, of course. But I 
didn't know as how I was to get out. 
What did I see? Gosh! the most won- 
derful kid girl in the world, a' standing 
there in the corner of the door. Looks! — 
I was helpless. 

An' what do you know, she smiled at 



- i sweet — at little me. and jest natu- 
rally picks up a good-sized chair and 
threw at the window. Well, it crashes 
down in back the house on the cement, 
quite a ways below. 

Snap! she unlocks the door, and then 
grabs me till we're both behind the door 
— me an' her. 

All of 'em rushes to other side of the 
room and cranes their heads out of the 
little window. (Hoping to see me busted 
below, I 

Well of course, as common sense says, 
we walks out of the door respectful-like. 
And the gang is glad to have us join in 
their midst. 

Oh, well, that's all. I got a good job 
then — straight. But even if this ain't a 
love story. I've got to say, — I'll never 
forget that "Pal 0' Mine." 

Why? Cause she's my wife!'' 

LINDSAY CLEVELAND, '24. 



.-_ §:r_5.s_i3:. Tr-iEngLe 



THERE was a clatter on the stairs and 
a voice called. "Eight o'clock and 
all's wrong! Get up, Margie, and help 
me find things. Father left a note that 
he had a patient quite a way out and 
he took mother with him for the ride. 
Wiggle round a little. I'm hungry." 

"Don't start anything till I get down. 
You might burn the house up or some- 
thing." the answer came sleepily. 

A half an hour later Marjorie appeared 
downstairs. She had parted her short 
dark hair in the middle and let it hang 
straight, but it A\as becoming with her 
dull orange dress as she rather veil 
knew . 

She found Billie impatiently eating a 
banana on the back steps. 

"< lb, you giils!" he chanted. "Oh, 
you gills! It takes you forever and then 
some to get dressed. Here I get up 



early and have to wait four or five hours 
to get any breakfast." 

"Don't scold, Billy dear, when your 
sister's been away to college and you 
haven't seen her for three whole weeks." 

"All right. I guess they slipped out 
on bananas so there's nothing cooked 
around here." 

••They what?" 

"They went out of the house having 
eaten only bananas. Is that clear?" 

"Oh, I thought you meant they slipped 
on the peels." 

"Yes. you did. Do you know what 
made that streak of milk on the table? 
I couldn't find the thing you open milk 
bottles with so I tried to press it out with 
my thumb." 

"Some of the result is still on the front 
of you, too," remarked Marjorie. "Come 
along and eat now." 



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13 



"Say, you don't really mean breakfast 
is ready, do .you? I can't believe it." 

"Well, don't try I hen. Where is the 
note they left?" 

"Hero." 

"Oh, they're sorry they left me to gel 
breakfast but father insisted that mother 
have an outing. That's all right, she 
needs it. But they won't be back till 
late this afternoon. What will happen 
to the poor office hours? Someone will 
have to answer the telephone. I'll stay 
here this morning, Billie, but you'll be 
around this afternoon, won't you now?" 

"Oh, well, if you insist. Good-bye 
then. I must take advantage of the 
time when duty doesn't call." 

"Good-bye, sweetness," she called, as 
he dodged her kiss. 

Marjorie started doing the necessary 
house-work partly because of the possi- 
bility of visitors and partly because it 
made her conscience feel better to have it 
done. 

She had begun on the dishes when a 
cheery whistle sounded under the window. 
It was Harry Allen, she knew. He 
always managed a week-end when she did 
and he monopolized her Saturday morn- 
ings for tennis. 

"Hello, what's up? You don't mean 
to say you're working?" 

"I often work, very often, and I have 
to work here all this morning so it won't 
do much good to ask me to play tennis." 

"Oh, bother the work! Can't you 
leave the house for just an hour or so?" 

"No, on account of the telephone, so 
don't bother me any more." 

"Well, I can wipe dishes. Come on, 
get 'em out. Where's that little brother 
of yours? Can't he answer telephones?" 

"No, he's out exercising his pitcher 
arm and besides he's going to answer it 
this afternoon." 

"Well, that leaves you free then, 



doe n't it'/ Tennis »hi- 

I've ticket* for a show to-night. Well 

have ;i grand old time, eh, 

Oof! here'- Jimmy Winthrop com 

the front door. Shall I lei tb 

in?" 

"He's not :i goof. He has a dandy 
little Stutz racer and I'll let him in my- 
self." 

Jimmy came in and -at idly watching 
the dish-washing process. 

"Oh, I say, Mi- Emery, then 
party of tourists taking the long shore 
drive this afternoon. We'll - 
some place and take in ,-, -how. Of 
course there's a dinner included 
May I take you along'.'" 

"Oh-h-h! I just love a long rid-', but 
Harry wants me to play tennis." 

"Do just what you like best. Marj, 
of course," said Harry. 

"Would you mind very much if I 
should go with him? You know I've 
played tennis a good many time- with 
you," said Marjorie. 

"Oh, no, not at all." he answered. 
"Well, now these dishes are done. I guess 
I'll be going. Au revoir." 

He strode out the door without looking 
back. Marjorie looked after him a little 
ruefully, but without changing her mind. 

Then he called back, "Oh, Marj. 
there's someone coming to the front door 
to see your father I guess. She's got a 
kid that looks mighty sick. What do 
do about 'em?" 

"It depends on how sick he is." an- 
swered Marjorie. "Stay, won't you, 
Harry. You might help." 

Marjorie went to the door and found 
an almost hysterical woman with a two- 
year-old boy in her arms. 

"Oh, oh! 1 gave him iodine and I 
must see the doctor right away. He 
isn't in? Oh, dear, what shall I do? 
What shall I do?" 



14 



THE ARGUEXOT 



Harry ran up excitedly. 

"Don't let her go, Mary, that stuff is 
dangerous. It'll burn the stomach right 
out of him. Lard or cream will turn it 
off. I know enough about it to know 
that.' 

They took the child out of the frantic 
mother's arms and carried him to the 
kitchen. 

"See if you can't calm the woman down 
a little Jimmy, while we work," begged 
Marjorie. 

Jimmy looked around dazedly. "Er- 
er — I guess I'd better go now. I'll call 
around this afternoon." Then he 
sneaked out the door. 

"Cowardly lout!" stormed Harry. 

They worked together remarkably well 
after Marjorie brought the necessary 
things. They finally got the stuff out of 
him and altho he was still a pretty sick 
boy, his life was saved. 

Just then a car drove up the drive 



THE night was cold and bleak. Sleet 
and spray were dashing against the 
wharf and the white-capped waves came 
rolling in with monotonous regularity. 
To one side of the long wharf a large 
ocean-going steamer was moored. It 
was about two o'clock in the morning. 
Despite the lateness of the hour, the crew 
of the vessel were moving about getting 
everything ready for the long voyage to 
the United States. 

Behind the corner of a large building 
on the wharf, a dark figure crouched in 
the shadows. At last the whistle shrieked 
and the bell clanged, showing that the 
vessel was ready to start. The form of a 
man with his collar high up around his 
neck and a soft felt hat on his head, was 
.seen to advance to the edge of the pier 
and jump for the side of the vessel — but 



and Dr. and Mrs. Emery came in. The 
doctor took in the situation at a glance 
and acknowledged it a job well done. 
Mrs. Emery took the nervous Marjorie in 
her arms and Dr. Emery shook hands 
heartily with Harry. 

"You can well be proud of that, Harry," 
he said. 

Later the doctor took the baby and his 
mother home. 

Mrs. Emery told Marjorie that they 
had not found as much work to do as 
they expected and so they had had a 
chance to come home earlier. 

•Well," said Marjorie briskly, "I'm 
just going to call up that Jimmy Win- 
throp and tell him to hunt up another 
girl to sit beside him this afternoon." 

"Hooray!" yelled Harry. "I'm sorry 
for the kid but thank the Lord for that 
iodine." 

KATHERIXE FOSS, '24. 



he missed it. Fortunately he caught 
hold of the hawser and worked his way, 
hand over hand, to the side of the vessel 
and disappeared through a porthole. 
The hold into which he had climbed was 
full of baggage, trunks, bags and boxes 
of every description. He found a small 
space between two large trunks and lay 
down to see if he could sleep for a while. 
As he lay down he muttered, "Well done, 
John Grey." 

In a few minutes the vessel was all of a 
tremor as its propellers started to churn 
the water. In another half hour the boat 
was well into the English Channel. 

Many hours later, the man in the hold 
awoke and was very sore and stiff from 
having been in a cramped position for so 
long. He wished he might look out, but 
the porthole was too high, even when he 



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15 



stood on a largo trunk. He moved about 
stretching as he did so, and after a while 
he felt much better. He remained in fche 
hold three days and on the morning of 

the fourth was obliged to go out of the 
room into the ship for food; he was soon 
discovered by the chief engineer, who 
immediately took him to the captain of the 
vessel. 

"Sir," he said, "I found this man in the 
engine room and I think he's a stowaway." 

The captain dismissed the engineer 
and, turning his attention to Grey, he 
asked, "Man, how came you aboard this 
vessel?" In answer to this, Grey told 
his whole story to the captain. 

When he finished, the captain asked 
him where he was born and he replied, 
"In Edmanton, New York, U. S. A." 
This reply seemed to surprise the captain. 



He then asked the rtowawaj hie i 

The answer was "John ( >■ 

captahl sank back in hi- chair in 

amazement. 1 te - • m< I I in 

though! for a moment or two and 
asked, "Had you any brothers, my 
man?" John Grey answered. il \ 

had on*' and his name was ( Ihai I 
have not seen him for eighteen y 
The captain's face lighted with joy. 
He recognized this John Grey a- hi- 
brother and grasped his hand and - 
it hard. They both were so overjoyed 
that they laughed and cried in turn. 
The rest of the story you can imagine 
for yourself. It is enough to say That 
John Grey has not missed a trip on the 
transatlantic liner "Northland" for the 
past seven years. 

JAMES BUNNEY, '25. 



A He-Maim 



IF I had not decided to spend my 
summer at Bay Springs I probably 
would not have met him, but Dame 
Fortune will play her tricks and I was 
the fortunate victim. 

It was four days after my arrival at the 
"Springs" that I first visited the hotel 
smoking parlor. After lighting my choice 
"Havana" I selected a most comfortable 
seat of green plush, and then I saw him. 

He was one of those good-looking, big, 
bluff sort of men popular with everyone. 
You know the type. Yet because of his 
sluggish ways most people believed that 
he was a plodder and not a leader among 
men. I lay back and let my eyes pene- 
trate thru thin blue clouds of smoke and 
proceeded to study him. 

He seemed to me to be a man possessing 
only the brute sensibilities which are 
generally coupled with ability to arouse 
the only passion he displayed — anguish. 
I could not allow myself to acknowledge 



that he had the usual amount of human 
intelligence and I feared to think of 
what he would do in case anyone or any- 
thing should happen to trespass upon his 
present state of contentment. 

Suddenly without warning a terrible 
tremor shook the hotel. It was an 
earthquake! Plaster, brick, and beams 
fell in one shower. Destruction predomi- 
nated everywhere. I escaped in the tu- 
mult of confusion and stood outside the 
danger zone paralyzed, my heart pound- 
ing with apprehension over the outcome. 

Only a stern, commanding voice 
brought me to my senses. There stood 
the man of the smoking room. Bleeding 
from wounds, which he did not seem to 
notice, he was giving orders to the dumb, 
stricken men. He was a. generator of 
spirit and everyone placed confidence 
in him. He saved many from a death- 
bed of red-hot flame having the dangers 
of a blazing furnace. 



Hi 



THE ARGl'EXOT 



Just two months after this tragic hap- And yet I called myself a man. He was 

pening, this noble gentleman died, his a man. a real true he-man. 
health snatched away in one supreme FRANCIS DOWER, '24. 

effort to save his fellowmen from harm. 



Sir Kenneth 

PAPER 

AFTER a Ions summer's vacation I 
seem to feel the urge to write again. 

I have always taken these long vaca- 
tions. In June there is hardly a thought 
in my mind except that of my summer 
equivalent to a bear's hibernation. Per- 
haps sunburnation would be the right 
word for it. Not that I greatly mind the 
heat, but my father, grandfather and 
whole line of ancestry before me have 
always taken a summer outing. 

My dear friend Sir Kenneth de Boverly 
is now in his height of glory. Autumn is 
Ins element. 

To our twice-a-weekly club meetings 
he comes cantering down the paved 
streets of the city on Ins beautiful new 
chestnut horse. He does not attract 
the attention one would expect, however, 
because people seem to take him for 
one of the mounted police. 

He hitches the mare in an alley and 
hastens upstairs to the clubroom. He 
pushes up all the windows with certain 
well-known phrases about fresh air and 
we simultaneously reach for our coats. 

A week after school began. Sir Kenneth 
accompanied Sir Blondy Bangs, our 
youngest member, to his school to see 
that most interesting building, and talk 
with its principal. 

Sir Bangs told me afterwards that Sir 
Kenneth actually grew quite pensive 
while walking down a street shaded with 
brightly colored maples. Sir Kenneth 
explained that autumn leaves always 
reminded him of his lost love. Gertie 



De Boverly 

NO. v 

As I was saying. Sir Kenneth accom- 
panied his friend to the school building 
and was much impressed with its 
facilities for getting lost. After walking 
through corridors for an unreasonable 
length of time and recognizing the same 
place three times, he found the principal's 
office and had a pleasant talk with him 
with but a short three-quarters of an 
hour of waiting. He walked into the 
outer office and coughed four times, 
scraped his feet on the floor and was 
presented with a smile from a lady at a 
table. After proclaiming Ins mission, 
a seat was offered and the lady at the 
table resumed her work. Sir Kenneth 
wondered if he had been annoimced to 
the principal by mental telepathy. 

When ihe principal came out of his 
sanctuary and seemed to be about to 
leave the second office, Sir Kenneth 
touched him on the arm. thus bringing 
about the interview. 

In the course of the conversation Sir 
Kenneth inquired the reason for the 
issuing of report cards every two months. 
The principal answered that that was the 
customary proceeding. It was Sir Ken- 
neth's opinion that once a week with a 
grand summing up twice a year would 
keep students' minds on their marks more. 

The radical Sir Boverly also thought 
that a meeting of the whole school early 
Monday mornings would be a good way 
to start the week. 

Another piece of information that was 
given Sir Kenneth was that it was the 
custom to give Saturday as a holiday. 



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Be told me afterwards thai hecouldn'1 Bu Kenneth 

help thinking how the youngsters would He sayi be can't help 

jump at giving up part of their Saturday make-up. 

holiday for one in the middle of the week, MADISON \\\> 8PEELE 



The Worm Turns 



TWO months ago I was, I daresay, as 
contented ;i man as any in the 
suburbs of Boston. I had a wife and 
four children, normally healthy and 
seemingly happy. I invariably allowed 
my wife to have her own way in every- 
thing as it was more peaceful thus and 
far less injurious to myself. In fact I 
considered myself the embodiment of a 
dutiful father and an obedient husband 
in a word, a truly meek and gentle man. 

Thus when my wife, a magnificent and 
marvelously strong-willed woman, de- 
cided that she needed a two weeks' 
vacation at the seashore, there was 
nothing for me to do but accede to her 
wishes. 

Accordingly, the following week she 
left me at the station with numerous 
directions and a muddled mind to cope 
with four children and the household 
work. 

Hitherto, my wife being a remarkably 
capable person, I had never been called 
on for such service; consequently, I was 
a trifle terror-stricken at the magnitude 
of my new tasks. But "necessity is the 
mother of invention" and I discovered 
in myself a hitherto unsuspected genius 
which amazed and frightened me, for, 
finding that dish-washing was irksome, 
I hitched to the electric light socket a 
little appliance, consisting of two me- 
chanical hands by one of which the dishes 
were to be washed and by the other, were 
to be dried. Thus without the slightest 
exertion on my part, this unpleasant part 
of the day's labors was completed. 

During the ensuing week of my do- 



mestic career, I contrived an el< 
bed-maker an electric f!<. 
electric railway to bring the dish 
and from tin' table, and an electric '••■■ 
for the garden. I also invented for the 
use of i he children an electric face and far 
washer and an electric comb and bru-h. 

But alas! immediately upon my wife'- 
rel inn. she demanded the meanu _ 
these strange contraptions in her kitchen. 
Being hard pressed for an explanation 
of my surprising genius, I was forced to 
give a demonstration. Immediately my 
wife became enthused over my appliance 
and being so lost in wonder at this miracle 
(it being the first time in our married life 
that she had enthused over anything I 
did), I continued to demonstrate my in- 
ventions mechanically and did not re- 
cover from my daze of wonder until I 
heard her say, "Well I have -old your 
inventions to Mr. Pink, the head of the 
Electrical Appliance Co.. for half a 
million dollars." 

Half a million dollars! Never in my 
wildest mood had I imagined myself the 
possessor of such a huge sum of money. 
Now at last 1 could retire to my small 
farm in the mountains: no more worries, 
no more vexations, no more anxiety, just 
perfect peace and quiet from now on. 

But alas, for my expectations! The 
moment 1 opened my newspaper next 
morning, great glaring red letters leaped 
forth at me: 

"The Savior of the Overworked Wo- 
man!" 

"John Smith Becomes Household God!" 

"Great Inventor. Professor Smith 



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THE ARGUENOT 



Takes Pity on the Overworked Woman!" 
And so on, and so on, and so forth. I was 
filled with mortification, covered with 
shame, to have my name, the hoodooed 
name of John Smith, emblazoned on a 
front page like that! I felt the need of 
silence, an overwhelming desire for soli- 
tude. I -would go to my work, bury my- 
self in my private office and ponder on a 
way out of this awful situation. But 
my footsteps were dogged by reporters. 
I no sooner came to the doorstep than a 
dozen fell upon me, asking all sorts of 
questions, "Could I have an interview, 
Sir?" 

"Just a short one for the Tost/ Sir?" 

"I'm from the 'Star,' couldn't you 
possibly?" 

All these I answered with unfailing 
patience for I was a meek and gentle man. 
At last I forced my way to my car; they 
followed in taxis shouting questions as to 
what I had for breakfast, what size hat 
I wore; if I liked colonial architecture; 
what did I think of the coal situation; did 
I believe in the League of Nations; etc, 
etc., etc. 

When I reached my office, a dozen more 
fell upon me until I thought they were 
practising football and I was the dummy. 
Out of this encounter I emerged with a 



crushed silk hat, a suit rent in a thousand 
places and a black eye. All of which I 
bore with an equanimity but slightly 
disturbed. 

But at last feeling a trifle weary and 
fatigued I dashed into the subway. A 
thousand times I thought I had eluded 
then only to find them suddenly once 
more on my trail. They followed me 
as a dog follows a frankfurt. But 
finally after a long and exhaustive flight 
I bravely left the subway and fled into a 
dark and loathsome alley. I arrived at a 
small, tumbled down shack, so dilapidated 
in appearance that I felt they would 
never think of looking for me there. I 
heaved a vast sigh of relief. At last 
secure! I was just about to relax my 
overstrained nerves, feeling once more 
justified as a meek and gentle man, when 
I turned to hear a polite voice say, 
"Please, Sir, could you spare a few mo- 
ments for an interview?" And then I 
lost patience. With a roar like that of an 
angry bull, I leaped upon him ; seized 
him by the collar, tore him limb from 
limb and threw him in the wastebasket. 

As I reiterate, two months ago I was a 
meek and gentle man. 

GRACE POTTER, '25. 



The Fragsil New EmglaimdleF 



YOU have certainly heard a boy say 
—"Oh, Gee, but I wish I had 
made the team!" And you naturally 
deduce that he wanted to join the team 
to have an opportunity to show and to 
work off his school spirit. 

But have you ever heard a boy say — 
"Oh, Gee, I wish we had had more home- 
work tonight!" When you hear a boy 
say that, you may be sure that some 
radical changes are taking place in the 
school system. 



And don't you think it is about time 
some radical changes were taking place? 
Schools are judged more severely by their 
scholarship standard than by their ath- 
letics. Why not show your school spirit 
in your studies rather than by taking 
the ball under your arm and running- 
thirty yards down the field? Girls as 
well — you can exhibit your school spirit 
in your English exams or Physics as well 
as you can in the cheering section. 

Not that I, by any means, wish to en- 



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courage not going to football gami 
trying out for the team. Bui Norwood 
High is said to have; a great deal of school 
spirit — too much school spin'!, some au- 
thorities say. So, by acting as true New 
Englanders and as "reg'ler fellers " we 



'•.•in econon i irking 

oflf thai superfluous amount 
spirit in some good-for-nol aing 
stunt, put it into oui 

MYRTKA KINhl.l'.KI 



The Boy Stowaways 



AROUND a small fire made of twigs 
sat three boys talking earnestly 
together. One of the boys was a tall 
dusky youth who had a way of one who 
had followed the sea. The other two 
were middle-sized, ragged looking urchins. 
They were all sons of Italy. The last 
two seemed to be questioning the first 
about some interesting subject. 

"Do they have plenty to eat in Amer- 
ica?" said one. 

"Yes, Giovanni," answered the first 
boy, whose name was Enrico. As these 
youths had only one square meal a day 
in this famine-stricken land of Italy, this 
was the most interesting theme to them. 
"And," continued Enrico, "there is plenty 
of work to be had." 

"Oh, I wish we were there!" said the 
third boy, whose name was Michael. 

"Bravo!" said Enrico, "your wish shall 
be granted. On the morrow the liner 
'Stella' of the Italian- American line sails 
from this city for America and I am the 
sixth mate. I can hide you safely. Now 
listen carefully while I unfold my plan. 
Just before midnight row out to the 
side of the liner when I begin my watch 
on deck. You will find a rope hanging 
from the forward shrouds over a port 
hole to the freight deck. Inside you 
will find an unassembled aeroplane; 
get inside its cabin and I will see that 
you are fed, but you will have to get 
water yourselves some way." 

A few minutes before midnight, a tiny 
row boat glided noiselessly toward a big 



liner nt anchor in the bay. It •: 
under the forward shrouds <>f the 
where .-i rope dangled down the 
Then as noiselessly dark 

shadows climbed up the rope and dis- 
appeared in :i port hole. 

Once inside the boat, Michael nu - 
Giovanni, and told him to listen to the 
regular tramping of Enrict ■> the 

deck. Then a slighl splash was heard as 
the rope was cast into the sea. Without 
much trouble they found the aeroplane, 
into whoso cabin they climbed with 
beating hearts, and settled themselves 
with sighs of relief that thus far their 
adventure had been successfully carried 
out according to tin- plan. 9 
hours afterwards they felt the rolling 
motion of the ship, ami knew that they 
were on their way toward the land of 
promise, ami their hear'.- expanded with 

joy. 
Just as they were beginning to wonder 

if Enrico would be able to help them, they 
heard a slight sound and suddenly two 
small bundles were thrown into the cabin. 
Upon opening these they found bread 
and meat. These had been left by Enrico 
as he went his daily rounds on the freight 
deck. Feeling refreshed after their meal. 
the boys began to explore their hiding 
place. Suddenly Michael's hand touched 
something cold and wet and. feeling 
further, he found a small faucet. Was it 
water or only gasoline left by mistake? 
These thoughts raced through Michael's 
brain. Nervously he opened the faucet 



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THE ARGUENOT 



and let it drip in his hand; they tasted 
and found it was water. Thus they were 
assured of plentv of 'water for the trip. 

Several days later the rolling of the ship 
increased to such an extent that the boys 
did not think so enthusiastically of 
"the land of plenty" to which they were 
going. However, they soon became used 
to the motion of the vessel and once more 
took an interest in life. 

The voyage continued without incident 
of note until one day the motion of the 
boat stopped and the boys became 
anxious as the hour of their escape 
neared; this was the most critical point 
of their adventure. Would they be dis- 
covered and turned back or would they 
make the shore in safety? 

Luck was with them. They heard the 
familiar tread of Enrico's feet. He was 
with the inspectors looking for stowaways 
and to him fell the job of inspecting the 
aeroplane's cabin. 

That night they crept out and sneaked 
to the port hole. Suddenly a figure 
sprang up before them and they nearly 
dropped in their tracks before they dis- 



covered it was their friend Enrico, who 
told them he had arranged their escape. 
He had arranged with a trusted Italian 
to come out and get them in his boat. 

He said, "When you hear me cough 
three times quickly climb down the rope 
which you will find hanging from the 
forward shrouds over this port hole and he 
will take you ashore." 

With beating hearts they listened for 
the cough which they heard soon after 
midnight and they silently slid out of the 
port hole and down the rope into the boat 
which they found waiting for them. 

They had dropped into the boat and 
thought they were safe, when the whistle 
blew and they were discovered by officers 
on board the liner. They heard the 
squeak of pulleys as a boat was lowered, 
but the Italian in whose boat they were, 
bent to his oars and they soon made the 
wharf and were helped up by friendly 
countrymen who safely hid them. 

They heard the cries of their pursuers 
but they were safe in the "land of prom- 
ise." 

EDWIN COBB, '25. 



Money Grew on Treeg 



THE night was dark and cold; the 
stars seemed far away, although 
they were so bright that they seemed 
to crackle in the sky above, but these 
things did not impress Jack Brown, the 
person with whom we are to deal. This 
Jack was a young man just out of college; 
he had been working for about a year in a 
law office in one of the large cities in the 
eastern part of the country. At this 
particular moment Jack was rather down 
in spirits; he had not done quite as well 
as he had expected to do, the people at 
the head of the office did not seem to 
recognize the good qualities in him; so 



he had not been advanced as far as he 
thought he should have been. 

"I wish money grew on trees, then we 
shouldn't have to work for it," yawned 
Jack as he prepared to retire for the 
night. He had decided not to go out in 
such a night as this. 

After what seemed a very short time, 
Jack thought it was morning. He got 
up, dressed, and walked down stairs. 
There he was surprised to see the door 
standing open in spite of the fact that he 
had been cold the night before. He 
walked out into the back yard to get 
some air before breakfast. Out there 



T II E AKO! ENOI 






the air was as balmy as any spring morn- 
ing down on the farm. After he had 
been there a few moments, which he 
spent in walking about the yard, he 
noticed something strange about the 
fruit trees in the rear, near the back 
fence. Upon walking up to investigate 
this strange glittering he found thai the 
ground under the trees was covered with 
shining gold pieces. The trees were full 
of gold and silver, the leaves were ten- 
dollar bills, and the twigs were sticks 
of gold and silver of finest quality. Wit h 
a gasp Jack was on his" knees. He gath- 
ered handful after handful of the precious 
metal; he filled his pockets, and then 
he went into the house to get a basket. 
It would be impossible to try to tell how 
much money Jack gathered, but it is 
sufficient to say that he worked all day 
until the sun touched the horizon. Even 
then there seemed to be millions of 
dollars left in the trees and on the 
ground. When evening came, which 
seemed all too soon, Jack suddenly re- 
membered that he had not eaten all day. 
So he started out for the center of the 
town, where he thought he would have 
the time of his life with some of the 
money he had gathered. 

To Jack's surprise he found, upon 
reaching the cafe where he had decided 
to eat, that the door was closed and an 
announcement hung on the door. This 
announcement read as follows: "Closed 
to the public. I have no more need to 
earn money for I have been out picking 
it all day. I think I must have about 
ten million dollars. Proprietor." You 
may be sure that Jack was not overjoyed 
to see this; he had not planned upon this; 
he had not meant that everybody was 
to have access to that supply of money 
when he had made his wish. He tinned 
away and started down the street. He 
was not quite so gay now, for his stomach 



beginning to di • 

■ 
restaurant at which Jacl Ml 

the propi iet< 

that day and picked ern . 
supply them for the rest of theii I 
For i hi- reason thej had all 
places of business and bad n'>w i.' 

of a chance to spend 

:m quired wealth. At one pis did 

find a man on duty, but he could I 

induce him to -<|! anything. At last Jack 

walked into a park and -at down OH 

bench; he was tired after ;,|| his walk 
"Well, 1 have the consolation of I • 
ing that I am in no danger of I eing robl 

of any of my wealth, for the thiev< - 
an equal chance of getting rich in tin- 
same manner as I have.'" mused Jack 

as he grew drowsy. He grew drowi 
and drowsier until he finally he felt him- 
self falling slowly off the bench. Slowly 
and gently he fell to the ground below. 

The next thing -lack knew he 
standing upright in his bedroom; he • - 
staring around him at the walls, the 
blazing sun just rising out of a glorious 
halo of pink clouds. As he looke 1 oul 
the window into the yard below he saw 
something that made his eyes -tan out 
his head. There were the fruit tr - 
The} didn't seem to have any gold 
silver on them now", they looked just the 
same as they had the day before. N 
it all came to his mind. He had been 
dreaming about the money all the time. 
He hoped that he was not still dreaming. 

••1 never thought o\ that part of the 
wish.*' mused Jack. "but. now that I 
think of it. it would not be of any use to 
me if I could pick money off every tree. 
for then everybody would have enough 
of it and nobody would want to work. 
There's nothing like the old order oi 
things after all." 

JEROME A. PENDERGAST, '21 



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THE ARGUEXOT 



UCJORRY," said Captain Bill, "but 

kJ every other boat is taken. Ye see, 
it's a very busy season fer fishin', and the 
skiffs like this are in great demand. The 
only reason why this one wa'n't out 
to-day is that it has a small hole stove in 
the bow and it wouldn't hardly be safe 
fer an all day fishin' trip. It would do, 
though, fer the short row over to the 
island. Ye couldn't do no worse than 
git your feet wet." 

Mr. Paige looked down at his immacu- 
late new shoes and decided to take no 
chances. "Never mind," he said. "I'll 
be down again next week. Perhaps I 
can hire a motor boat then to take me 
over." 

He spoke in as bored a tone as he could 
manage, and slammed the door of his 
automobile to let the talkative captain 
know that he wished to waste no time in 
conversation. 

"Hey!" yelled the captain as the auto 
rolled awaj T , "if ye want to see the place, 
stop at the top of that cliff. There ye 
can jest git a glimpse of the house 'cross 
the water, though it's a good five miles 
away." 

Mr. Paige pretended not to hear, but he 
could not resist turning his car into the 
sandy road that led to the cliff. He was 
eager to know what sort of building the 
distant house could be. The advertise- 
ment had assured him that its situation 
was ideal for an artist who wished abso- 
lute solitude, but it said nothing about 
the house itself, beyond the fact that it 
was a "beach house." Mr. Paige doubted 
whether an ordinary beach house could 
suit his artistic temperament, but he 
decided that the location was too good to 
overlook entirely. 

He stopped the car at the top of the 
hill, and his eyes sought the outer ex- 



tremity of the island. Instantly a gasp 
of wonder escaped him. Beach house, 
indeed! That advertiser certainly didn't 
know his job. The surprised artist gazed 
with increasing rapture, for the structure 
which rose from the distant promontory 
had ever}' appearance of an ancient castle. 

"By Jove, what a piece of luck! Here's 
a kingly castle for the price of a beach 
house. Exactly what I want!" 

A moment later Captain Bill was as- 
tonished to see the artist's car speeding 
back to his boat house. "Did ye like 
the place?" he inquired with a grin, as 
he read the expression on the other's 
radiant face. 

"Like it?" came the reply. "Why 
it's just w T hat I've been looking for. 
That medieval castle effect is wonderful. 
Please tell Mr. Jackson that I'll take it. 
I'll come down again tomorrow to settle 
up with him." 

"Hey! Castle effect? What d'ye 
mean?" Captain Bill seemed surprised, 
but Mr. Paige realty hadn't heard him 
this time. 

The next day Mr. Paige returned with 
unabated enthusiasm to visit his newly 
acquired residence. He succeeded in se- 
curing a sea-w r orthy skiff and reached the 
near end of the island without mishap. 
A three-quarter hour ride beside the 
astonished owner of a horse and buggy 
took the artist to his end of the long strip 
of land. After finding the path w-hich 
led to the house, and instructing the 
driver to return before nightfall, he pro- 
ceeded on his way with a light heart, 
whimsically hoping that the fairy castle 
had not disappeared. 

Suddenly, as he rounded a bend in the 
path, he came within sight of his destina- 
tion. But lo, the castle had disappeared! 
No, worse than disappeared, for it had 



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been transformed into ;i common, ordi- 
nary beach house 

Mr. Paige stopped abruptly and be- 
came a picture of amazement. Hi- firs! 
move was to ascertain whether or not hid 
eyes were deceiving him. Then, con- 
vinced that his vision was not al fault, 
he approached the cottage as cautiously 
as if it had been a monster. Sub- 
consciously, he noted thai it was very 
small, built roughly of stone and plaster, 
and rather cleverly designed. 

He walked around to the front of the 
house and, in spite of his puzzled brain, 
he could not help observing that the 
location of the house, at least, more than 
fulfilled his expectations. A broad ex- 



panSC of Ocean JiiH hi 

comforted. II 
cottage, -'•' lh 
background, and he suddi i 
he should learn to love it It 

more lovable than that col 
castle of hi- vi- 

Then the truth of the n 

across him, and he chuckled b 

he realized thai th<- vision 

optica] illusion. He knew tl 

sturdy, rustic steps that I -:tting 

upon were th<- winding -' 

fairy dwelling— a beautiful min . 

■a shining - 

HARRIET GAY, 2 



Reflections While Shaving 



EACH morning as I stand before my 
mirror with brush and safety razor, 
I wonder why man is afflicted with a 
hirsute growth to spoil an otherwise 
most pleasing countenance. 

What purpose does it serve, I ask 
myself. Certainly it is no beautifier. 
If we let it grow, as evidently nature in- 
tended, we should appear like a walking 
shrub. 

To-day, to be smooth-shaven is the 
style and we must be clean shaven or be 
out of style. So every morning we have 
the unpleasant task before us of removing 
this natural growth. We cannot appear 
in public unshaven or society refuges to 



receive us. I wonder why style <:• 
that this growth must be constantly 
pruned. Why can't we let nature take 
its course? Let the whiskers grow, 
even though man's beauty is ma 
and then this dreaded morning 
will be done away with. 

Oh giils! .You are most fortunate that 
the architect who designed you didn't 
afflict you as we are afflicted, 
morning disposition would not I 
pleasing and sunny if you. too. had to 
stand before a mirror each morning and 
lather and rub and scrub and shave. 

FORREST Macl.KAX. '24. 



Jim Burns 



IT was a cold, rainy evening in mid- 
winter. Above the snow which had 
already fallen, the sidewalks were covered 
with a thin coating of ice, threatening 
disaster to pedestrians. The wind howled 
and whistled and moaned drearily. 

Within the cozy library of the club. 



the proverbial pin could have been heard 
to drop: not a person moved. Ea 
seemed to be busy with his own reflections, 
lost in thought, as he gazed into the leap- 
ing flames of the fireplace and heard the 
cheerful crackling of the logs. 

Suddenly, one man stirred slightly and 



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THE ARGUENOT 



spoke. "Well, fellows," he said, "have 
we decided that Burns will not be presi- 
dent?" 

Other men, starting from their reveries, 
answered, "Of course, he's too young — 
and besides — " 

"I have not," spoke up the eldest and 
most influential member quietly. Then, 
as they gazed at him in surprise, he went 
on calmly, "He's the man we need, gentle 
men. Ours is not a club purely for 
pleasure. It is occupied more and more 
with business matters as time goes on, 
and we need a keen, level-headed busi- 
ness man, one who has grit; who will 
push, persevere, and never give up until 
he obtains his end. Such a man is 
Burns." 

"Yes, he has a way of setting his jaw, 
that — but, hang it, man, nobody seems 
to know anything about him. Tell us 
about him, Mr. Whitney. You brought 
him into the club yourself," exploded 
another member. 

Mr. Whitney paused to reflect a 
moment and then began, "When I first 
met James Burns, he was a struggling 
young business man, to whom his father 
had left the business and a great weight 
of debts which almost drove Jim upon 
the rocks. I admired him greatly, for 
never once did he give up. He always 
had a cheerful smile for everyone and 
when a never-ending stream of debts 
poured in and payment seemed im- 
possible, he did not say, T can't,' but 
set his teeth and said, 'I will.' I must 
confess that I saw him very seldom at 
that time. 

"Then, one day he came to see me in my 
office. How it happened, I did not — and 
still do not — know, but in an hour's 
time the building was a seething, roaring 
furnace, and Jim the hero of the hour. 
He darted here, there, everywhere, quiet- 
ing employees in the building and help- 



ing them to safety. When the fire 
engine came, I urged him to save himself, 
shouting in vain at the top of my lungs 
as I ran to the opposite side of the build- 
ing to secure very valuable documents. 
The room into which I went was dense 
with smoke, and gasping, I groped my 
way to a table, where I found the docu- 
ments. I thrust them under my coat 
and turned to make my way out again, 
but I stumbled and knew no more until 
I awoke at home, in bed. You can guess 
what had happened — Jim had saved my 
life at the risk of his own. He had gone 
through the flames to reach me and was 
very badly burned. 

"For over two years he was bed- 
ridden, suffering untold agony from 
terrible burns which were slow in healing. 
And I, oh, how I prayed that he might 
live, that I might show my gratitude to 
him! 

"His patience was a marvelous, wonder- 
ful thing. Sometimes, however, when his 
sores were most painful, and for a mo- 
ment I would think that he was giving 
way to despair, into his eyes would come 
the old determined look and he would 
murmur, T will.' 

"Then, owing to the untiring work of 
skilled surgeons, he began to get well, to 
my unbounded joy. I respected, ad- 
mired, almost adored him then, for his 
patience, his determination, for all that 
I was not, more than because he had 
saved my life. Unconsciously, I began 
to try to be like him. 

"Two years later, when he was com- 
pletely cured, I bought his business and 
we went into partnership. In that part- 
nership, he has proven the stuff of which 
he is made, for he has coped with many 
a situation which I frankly confess that 
I could not meet. 

" 'Why,' he broke off, 'here he is him- 
self.' " 



T HE A.RGU I. N OT 






Then, his voice plainly showing hie party broke up and '1. 

great pleasure, he said to the tall, dis- Bickered and went h H 

tinguished-looking man who entered, all doubt about Jami 
"Why, Jim, did you come for me?" MARGARE1 COSTELLO 

After a few laughing remarks, the 



The "Rube 



I OPERATED and lived upon the prin- 
ciple that there were two born every 
minute. My business was the gentle art 
of removing any surplus cash that the 
rural visitors to our great city happened 
to bring with them. I did this merely 
because I did not want someone else 
to get it. 

This morning I was walking around the 
Grand Central station looking for a cus- 
tomer, when I actually heard him coming. 
His bright brown shoes must have 
weighed ten pounds each; his clothes 
were new but they fitted him "near," so 
to speak. He wore a big bright tie 
decorated with roses, et cetera, the 
kind a woman picks out. 

To my utter surprise, he came right 
up to me, and with a meek look asked 
me to direct him to Forty-second street. 

With a look of astonishment, I told 
him in a confiding voice, "That's just 
where I'm going. You come with me. 



I know how difficult it U to t. 
in a strange city." 

He did conic, and I wa- happy for I 
had five hundred dollar- in my pi 
and was well <>n the road to more. While 
on the street car I almost laughed out- 
right when I Baw how easy i T w - I 
"lift" his hank roll, and furtherm* 
was overjoyed when I Baw its siae. 

I left him at Forty-S 
a taxi, sank back into the cushions 
took out his big wallel and - 
Holy smoke! It was filled with paper! 
Plain white paper! With haste I threw 
the paper out and found a note which 
irad, "Sorry to go hack on the old Baying, 
'there is honor among thi< vs.' bui being 
hard pressed for money. I just had t<> 
appropriate yours." 

With trembling fingers I put my hand 
in my pocket, and— my money was - 
CHAS. FI.AHKKTY. '24. 



^Tiiem and Now 



IN our lofty, unthinking way we say, 
"How much better off we are than 
our forefathers!" But are we, and if we 
are, in what way? 

First of all you will say in our houses. 
Ridiculous, you say, to compare the 
elaborate modern steam-heated house 
with the simple rough log cabin of our 
forebears! But the very simplicity of 
the log cabin had its advantages. Its 
dirt-covered floor needed no periodical 
polishing and waxing. Its roaring fire 



in the fireplace, it' it did warm one un- 
evenly, made up for that deficiency in 

the cheerful radiance it east on the room. 
1 am sure the electric light system of the 
log cabin never short-circuited, nor did 
the plumbing need attention. Moreover. 
the building of the log cabin was a labor 
of love in which all members of the family 
joined. SO that strikes and labor troubles 
bothered them not at all. 

Now as to clothes and food. When 
you and 1 have by strict economy saved 



26 



THE ARGUENOT 



up enough dollars to buy a handmade 
gown we are duly proud of the fact and 
boast to our envious friends that we have 
one handmade dress. Now the Pilgrims' 
clothes were all handmade, and not only 
were the garments handmade, but the 
cloth itself was handmade, handspun, 
and hand colored. You can readily see, 
therefore, that if handmade is a measure 
of excellence, the people of the olden times 
were our superiors. 

Of course the histories tell us that there 
were years when the harvests were 
scanty, but these "lean" years w~ere 
followed by years of plenty when the bill 
of fare makes our mouths water. Wild 
turkeys from the forests, corn and beans 
from the fields, fish, clams and oysters 
from the sea were theirs for the taking. 
Now when the head of the family pays 
for the Thanksgiving turkey, he wonders 
where the money is coming from to pay 
for the potatoes and turnips. 

Of course you will say that our fore- 
fathers had no supersix automobile to 
ride in, nor any wide macadam road on 
which to travel. True enough, he had 
to depend upon his two feet to get him 



anywhere and his road was a narrow 
rough path through the wilderness. 
Moreover, he might meet a bear or a 
wolf and he was often in danger of being 
scalped by a wandering Indian. With 
all these perils, however, he had as good 
a chance of reaching home safely as 
have we when we attempt to cross Wash- 
ington street during the rush hour. 

You will remind me that our forefathers 
had no art galleries to visit, nor radio 
concerts to enjoy. But what of that? 
From the time the first arbutus came till 
autumn ended in a "blaze of glory," the 
fields and forests were full of a beauty 
that art galleries try in vain to imitate. 
And as for concerts, instead of paid 
prima donnas, the. Pilgrims listened to 
songs by all kinds of sweet-voiced birds. 

Let us not waste any more time pitying 
our poor ancestors, for I am sure that in 
their rude life they had as much enjoy- 
ment as do we of our time. If our fore- 
fathers could see the hustle and bustle 
of our life today, they would be glad 
they lived so many years ago. 

BARBARA HOWES, '24. 



The Main 



THE still western air was crisp and 
fresh. Summer had departed and 
the leaves were fast falling from the trees. 
A great mountain stood like a monarch 
above the forest. Directly below was an 
open stretch of land. A noise was 
heard, and from the bushes surrounding 
this spot came a man mounted on a horse. 

One look at the face and features of 
this man suggested an interesting fact. 
He was about thirty-five years of age and 
very tall and husky. His hands were 
large and tough and his face showed that 
he had suffered much. 

Before Ave go farther I must tell you of 



his past life. His father had been a mem- 
ber of that famous order, the Northwest 
Mounted Police. One winter night his 
fa the]- had gone to the village inn to 
capture an Indian prisoner who had 
escaped from the prison yard. It hap- 
pened that the Indian did not go into the 
saloon but hid outside the door. The 
officer, on his arrival, was about to climb 
the steps when a shot was heard and he 
fell back. One hour later he died but not 
without a few last words. 

As he died he said, "My son, continue 
the work I have started, not for revenge 
but for justice." 



T HE A.RG1 E \ OT 



The man of thirty-five wliom we have 
met, is the son of the officer who eighteen 
years before had listened to the words of 
his father and answered the call of the 
law. 

When he entered the clearing, he dis- 
mounted and took the pack from his 
horse. As he set to work at building a 
camp he moved slowly and accurately. 
He built a camp fire and sat beside ii 
while he waited for his food to cook. His 
expression was sad yet grim and deter- 
mined. Winter would soon be upon 
him. Many winters had he faced, all 
with the same result of many hardships 
and no prospect of reward. At times he 
would say, "Am I foolish to attempt to 
catch this man? By any possibility 
is the man dead and beyond my reach?" 
Then like a flash those thoughts would 
disappear and he would raise his hands 
to heaven and cry out, "I will succeed, I 
must succeed." 

He ate his supper and after erecting 
a rude lean-to, he retired for the night. 
He had been asleep only a few hours 
when across the clearing there came two 
skulking forms. Instantly the officer 
awoke when he heard their cries but he 
was at the mercy of their arrows. He 
held his hands up in surrender. As they 



faced him he could hardly refrain from 
showing his feelings. Tl 
Indian horse-1 hi- ••. <■- and 
murderer of hi- father. Ii 
Uif him to move. They tied him 
horse and led him to their camp. He 
was taken to their chief and 
to death by fire. They tied him to a pole 
and packed brush around his feet. All 
this time a thunder storm was appn 
ing. The lightning flashed brilliantly. 
An Indian came forward, torch in hand, 
to light the fire. As he threw the torch, 
a bolt of lightning struck him on the 
steel bracelet he was wearing and he fell 
dead. The officer cried out. "Free me 
or the gods will punish you." But they 
lit the brush again. Xo sooner had they 
done this when a torrent of rain swept 
down and extinguished the flames. The 
Indians, suddenly seized with fear, fell 
on their knees and cried for mercy while 
others rushed up and cut the bond.- of the 
white man. But the fear of one Indian 
was not sincere. He was seen crawling 
toward the horses. A shot ran"; out and 
the Indian fell dead. A white man was 
seen to raise his hands and cry out, 
"Father, your work is finished." 

FRED PENDERGAST, '25. 



FQKEIGN LANGUAGE DEPARTMENT 



En uno pequena cuidad en Espafia, 
vivieron una muchacha y su hermano. 
Vivieron en uno pueblo acerca del mer- 
cado. Sus pareintes han muerto cuando 
fueron jovenes y Carlos tuvo que sostenar 
su hermana por conducir las mulas de 
comercientes en el mercado. Sus paren- 
tes estuvieron muy pobres asi los mucha- 



chos debieron de trabajar mucho. In 
dia, Carlos volvio a casa, caliente y 
cansado y le arrojaron en la dura sdlla 
poltrona mientras Rosita preparaba la 
cena modica. In choca a la puerta in- 
temunpio su reposo. Se llevanto y rue* 
a la puerta. Al abrir la vi6 uno viejo 
hombre. El hombre fue tan debil que 
no podia hablar. Empuj6 Carlos y se 
cajo con cansancio en la silla poltrona. 



28 



THE ARGUENOT 



Antes que Carlos tuvo tiempo hablar el 
hombre se durmio. Toda la noche el 
hombre continuo dormir, y en la manana 
cuando Carlos y Rosita fueron mirarle, 
fue tranquilo. Despues de comer su 
desayuno, Carlos fue a su trabajo, di- 
ciendo a Rosita que hiciese buena guardia 
sobre el visitador extraodinario Volvio a 
noche y rue encontrado a la puerta por 
Rosita quien le dijo que su visitador 
hubo muerto. Carlos no supo lo que 
hacer. El examino la ropa del hombre 
pero no hallo nada sino un fragmente de 
papel en cual fue escrito "Calle cle Seine, 
Pais de Arbolado." Carlo no conocio 
nadie de este cuidad. Pronto, el trajo 
mapas de su padre, y hallo que Pais de 
Arbolado fue una pequena cuidad muy 
distante del cuidad en la cual el vivio. A 
pesar cle su pobreza, Carlos creyo que 
fue su obligazion ir hallar quien era este 
hombre pobre. Al llegar al Pais de 
Arbolado, inquirio este hombre. Ellos le 
dijeron que fue el Senor Sabedore quien 
hubo estado buscando todo la vida sus 
dos nietos. Carlos, al oir el nombre 
estuvo muy excitado porque su nombre 
fue Sabedore, tambien. Su abuelo hubo 
negado Carlos padre cuando estuvo joven 
asi Carlos no hubo visto a su abuelo. El 
hallo que, por el testamente de su abuelo 
y abuela, el y Rosita fueron muy ricos. 
ANNA HIGGINS, '25. 



Mi Prcapriettari© — el Belber 

Un dia una companera de clase me paro 
en el coridor y me pidio a venir a su 
casa en la tarde a jugar "Mah Jong." 
Yo lo habia jugado antes, y lo habia 
querido mucho. Asi di palmadas y le 
dije que vendria con mucho gusto. Iba 
con alegre el resto del dia a todas mis 
clases porque supe habia un buen tiempo 
veniendo por la tarde. 

Pero desdicha era yo. A cada clase 



mi maestra me dijo, — Manana tendremas 
una examinacion, o tal vez — Manana, 
senorita Blanco, quiero que vd me 
traiga un articulo por el "Arguenot." o 
algunas veces la maestra solamente me 
dio una leccion muy grancle a aprender. 

Bien, todas las clases pararon como 
esto, y al fin del dia mi salida de la escuela 
era digna de verse porque tuve tantos 
libros que apenas podia llevarles. 

En la tarde, miraba a todos mis 
estudios y entonces pensaba del juego cle 
"Mah Jong." Pues dije — adios — al juego 
y me sente para hacer mi deber. 

Es siempre como eso. Todo el tiempo 
es preciso que yo sacrifique mis gustos 
para el deber y posiblemente alguna vez, 
habra una ocasion cuando sera posible 
alegrarme sino que el deber me interrumpa 
— pero ten go mis dudas. 

BARBARA HOWES, '24. 



La Pr©fecla die Nmegttra Oase 



En el afio 1933 nosotros nos encon- 
tramos a una reunion de nuestra clase 
en Everett Hall. Todas las personas 
se han convertido en aspecto personal 
pero sus costumbres se parecen ser lo 
mismo. Nuestra memoria nos lleva de 
nuevo a la clase de Espanol en 1923. 

El sehor Allen duerme todavia como 
lo hacia con la senorita Hayes mirandole 
sobre el hombro. 

Detras del salon encontramos la seno- 
rita Corcoran explicando a la senorita 
Curran, como los pajaros suspriran por 
sus picos, pero la senorita Curran esta 
demasiado absorbida en su diccionario de 
espanol, para pagar alguna attencion. 

La senorita Fanning habia continual- 
mente a un grupo de escuchantes mal 
dispuestos. 

La senorita Pat, desputa como siempre 
los meritos de sufragio. 



T III. ARO I EN 01 



Encontramos los niftos de la clase, lo* 
mas crecidos de todos. Mirando a cada 
uno, Flaherty o Foley, uno pensaria" que 
sus caras rajarfan si ellos tentaron 
sonreir. 

Los senores Frederickson y Johnson 
hablan sobre el valor de maestras. El 
senor Johnson quien se ha puesto enamo- 
rado de una maestra apenas discute la 
problema. El senor Frederickson, sin em- 
bargo, mantiene firmamente que maestros 
son los personasque trabajan lo mas en el 
mundo." 

La senorita Keeler mira con suspecho 
al senor Hastings quien se ha postrado 
negligentemente en sus pies delante de ella. 

La senorita Higgins concede que ha 
olvidado su vocabulario espanol, pero la 
senorita Howes dice que se acuerda un 
poco. 

La senorita Griffin se sientc arriba mas 
inteligente que los otros de la clase, pen- 
sando que, habiendo tratado todas cosas 
mas que una vez, ella es superior al resto 
de la clase. 

El senor Kelter, hablando a un grupo, 
piensa, sin embargo, que algunas per- 
sonas sin vida, son mas muertas que otros. 

La senorita McDonough ahora se 
siente contenta a pensar que tenia que 
permanecer en casa noches de Domingos 
para estudiar su espanol porque ahora 
mantiene una posicion como interpret e 
del espanol para el gobierno. 

El senor Molloy trabaja por dfas 
porque ahora el es responsable a alguien 
otro por sus acciones por noche. 

La senorita Morris se admira como se 
acuerda tanto espanol cuando no hacfa 
jamas una leccion, mientras el senor 
Towne humildemente dice que no se 
acuerda una palabray ha trabaj ado tanto. 

Las senoritas Swift y Sopp, tienen 
habitos de pel y como todas las ventanas 
son cerradas ellas quieran mucho aire 
fresco. 



La H 

<\<- honor, mil 
lo hizo en 1023 I. 

n cada m 
aimiii • natrimonin rj . 

hace cinco al 

M 0W1 

I. GIFFORD 



Le Department Franc 

L'Automne 

-t I'automne. Lea feuflles 
tombed des arbres. Les homm< 
nent les cola de leurs hal I 
cous. Les enfanta Bonl f&ches de voir 
partir 1 " • '■ t * '■ . L'&tes-vous aussi? Lee 
jours son! plus courts. Bientdt viendra 
l'hiver. Alois, adieu a I'automne. 
JOSEPH M«" IRE - 



Le Feu Mysterieux 

Tous les jours je vois de □ 
un ties grand feu qui brule clairement 
toujours. Depuis des jours el des - - 
maines ce feu brule. II contu 
doute a bruler, juscequ'a ce 'iu*il pi 
Quand je regarde ce feu je pense "La 
Petite Fadette", Huston nous 

avons lue I'annee derniere. Toujours Lan- 
dry Barbeau, hero de ret it 1 his! 
un feu mysterieux. 

11 \ a grand besoin de pluie ici mainte- 
nant. Pans notre ville et dans les villes 
voisines aussi il n'y a pas d'eau dans les 
sources. Nous seriohs bien contents 
voir la pluie. 

DOROTHY BR< >W1N 



La Reponse Ridicule 

l'u jour deux homines parlaient en- 
semble. In homme dit a Pautre. "'Quel 
est l'emploi de la tote? Tout sert a 



30 



THE AEGUEXOT 



quelque chose exeepte la tete. Les 
pieds courent, les yeux voient, les oreilles 
entendent, le nez sent, mais pourquoi 
est-ce qu'on nous a donne une tete?" 

"Comme vous etes bete," repondit 
1' autre. 

"Pourquoi cela?" demand a le premier. 

"Eh bien ; " dit son ami, si on n'avait 
pas de tete sur quoi posera-t-on son 
chapeau." 

IRYIXG FIREMAN. '26. 



Le Drapeau Tricolore de la 
France 

Le drapeau francais est tres simple mais 
tres brilliant. Les habitants adopterent 
eette espece de banniere il y a cent ans a 
peu pres. Autrefois l'embleme des Fran- 
gais etait la fleur-de-lis. Celle-ci etait 
probablement quelque sorte de Hs ou 
d'iris, on ne sait pas exactement ce qui 
c'etait. 

Apres la chute de la monarchie, et 
lorsque Napoleon etait einpereur, l'em- 
bleme de guerre etait l'aigle. Xi l'un 
ni 1' autre de ces emblemes n'est en usage 
maintenant, mais le drapeau bleu, blanc, 
et rouge est la banniere nationale de la 
France. 

HARRIETT GAY, '24. 



En general de l'armee americaine 
avait une fern me qui etait franchise. 
Dans cette armee il y avait un sous- 
officer qui causait un jour avec la fennne 
de son general et voulait lui dire qu'il etait 
a Paris depuis un an. Cependant il ne 
savait pas s'exprimer tres bien en fran- 
cais et apres un peu d'embarras, il dit 
subitement, "Madame, je suis un ane 
de Paris." 

ROSE LEVIXE, '24. 



Une Description de Notre 
Ecole 

Xotre ecole est un grand batiment de 
brique jaune. Elle a deux grandes portes 
d' entree a travers lesquelles les eleves 
entrent. II y a beaucoup de salles de 
classes a rinterieur. Le batiment est 
haut de trois etages et le departement 
francais est au premier etage dans les 
salles 101 et 105. Xotre ecole est une 
des meilleures ecoles de Xouveau Angle- 
terre. Au devant du batiment il y a 
une belle pelouse et des allees de ciment 
qui conduisent aux marches. Xotre 
ecole est tres belle; c'est l'ecole ideale. 
MAURICE F. MAHER, '25. 



Le Jour de Grace en Ameriqpiie 

Le Jour de Grace est en amerique le 
dernier jeudi de novembre. C'est un 
jour ou les enfants sont assembles chez 
leurs parents ou leurs grands-parents. 
II y a toujours un beau diner de dindon, 
de sauce de canneberge, de noisettes, de 
fruits, et de bon-bons. Tout le monde 
s'amuse beaucoup mais il faut prendre 
garde de trop manger! 

ALICE FREXCH, '26. 



Une Classicpie Aniericaine 

Mais oui; nous n'avons pas de bananes, 

Pas de bananes aujourd'hui. 

Xous avons des haricots verts et des 

oignons 
Des choux et des "scallions" 
Et toutes sortes de fruit et dites, 
Que nous avons une tomate a l'ancienne 

mode 
Et des pommes de terre de "Long Island." 
Mais oui, nous n'avons pas de bananes, 
Pas de bananes aujourd'hui. 
Traduite par 

CHARLES RAFUSE, '24. 



THE A I: ', i EN01 



L'AiiltomnLiiie et See Jours de 

Fete 

En automne les feuillea commencent a 

tomber, les flours sont morte>, et I'hiver 
s'approche. II pleul souvenl e1 les 
enfants vont a l'ecole sous la pluie. Le 
vent souffle beaucoup aussi, el quelque- 
fois il neige un peu. 

L'automne est une saison tres joyeuse 
a cause de ses jours de fete. II y a le 
son de "Hallowe'en," le Jour de Grace 
et Noel. Le Jour de Grace est une 
occasion tres joyeuse parceque nous 
mangeons un grand diner, et nous 
n'allons pas a l'ecole ce jour-la. Pour 
le diner nous avons des viandes, des 
legumes, des fruits, et cetera. Nous 
mangeons de bon appetit. 

Noel est aussi un jour tres ties joyeux 
parceque nous donnous et recevons de 
tres jolis cadeaux. J'aime beaucoup Noe] 
et le Jour de Grace et vous les aimez 
aussi, n'est-ce pas? 

RAYMOND HARTNETT. '26. 



Tres Sigmil 

La mere (a sa domestique) : "Mon petit 
Henri, n'est-il pas encore rent re de 
l'ecole?" 

La domestique: "Je pense que oui, 
Madame, parceque le chat est sous le 
sofa." 



J'allai au jeu de ballon (de football) 
a Everett avec des amies dans notre 
automobile: Nous partimes de Norwood 
a une heure de l'apres-midi. D'abord nous 
allames a Dedham puis a Cambridge el 
a Somerville et enfin nous arrivames a 
Everett. II etait alors deux heures a 
peu pres et les joueurs y etaient deja. 
Nous enframes dans le passage et par- 



quam< 

la ca 

au champ 

Le mattre, Mon/rieui I - 

el il doim <lit d'allei 

desiriorie applaudir poui 

trouvames ici 

wood el :'i troi 

jeu commenca. 

La ligni I 
Norwood lea tint »t !*• 

monde dans ootre ligne joua a men 
II ('i.n't un jeu brfes difficil* 
saires avaient beaucoup plus de poi< I 
nos hommes. l'i-n que I . 
la victoire il n'H I 
vraie d6faite pour mom- .-t le 
bieu join' du commencement - 1 a la 
fin. 

Nous partimes pour chea nous a cinq 
heures. bien satisfaits du resultal du jeu 
et tres contents de ceux qui a- 
soutenu la banniere bleue. 

HELEN PARR< CK. '24. 



L' Automne 

L'automne est la saison de IV. 
qui fait les enfants gais. Les feuillea 
sont de jolis couleurs et quand ils com- 
mencent a tomber les enfants 

feux. L'automne est aussi la saisOD «»u 
l< g meres nettoient leurs mais 
L'automne nous apporte beaucoup de 
jours de COnge\ Hallowe'en est un des 
soirs que nous eelehrons. Tout le monde 
est triste quand l'automne est terming. 
NORA BARRY, K 



Le Premier Jour de Graee 

Un jour froid de I'hiver tie 1620 un 
bateau qui s'appelait la "Mayflower" 
toucha a la cote de Massachusetts, Sur 
ce bateau etaient les perelins qui venaient 
d'Angleterre pour s'etablir dans ce pays. 



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Tout etait couvert de glace et de neige. 
Les hommes couperent des arbres et 
batirent des maisons pour leurs families. 
Ces maisons n'avaient pas de vitres aux 
fenetres et par consequent ils se servirent 
des papiers a, huile. 

Pendant 1'hiver beaucoup de pelerins 
sont morts parce qu'il n'y avait pas assez 
d'aliments. Les hommes semerent les 
graine et pendant Pete les legumes 
grandissaient dans les jardens. En 
automne ils etaient plus confortables et 
les Peaux Rouges etaient devenus leurs 
amis. Alors ils se deciderent a choisir 
un jour pour faire des actions de grace a 
Dieu. Ils appelaient ce jour, le Jour de 
Grace et ils firent des remerciements 
pom les bonheurs qu'ils avaient recus. 

Le peuple americain observe tous les 
ans ce jour pour rappeler la memoire des 
braves hommes qui vinrent a la cote de 
Massachusetts il y a si longtemps. 

MARY FLAHERTY, '26. 



La Societe Tricolor© 

La premiere reunion de la Societe 
Tricolore avait lieu le quinze octobre a 
quatre heures de l'apres-midi. A cette 
reunion on a elu les officiers de la societe. 
II sont comme il suit: 

La presidente, Mile. Costello; la vice- 
presidente, Mile. Turner; le secretaire, 
M. Sansone; la tresoriere, Mile. Murphy. 

A cette reunion ou s'est decide d'un 
impot de dix sous par mois pour chaque 
membre. 

Alors les affaires accomplis, on a joue 
"Le Prince de Paris." La seance etait 
terminee a. cinq heures moins dix. 

II y avait dix-huit eleves presents. La 
deuxieme reunion de ce groupe aura lieur 
le 12 novembre a la meme heure. II y 
aura aussi une deuxieme groupe de la 
meme societe qui va reunir une fois par 
mois. 



Le Cercle Francais 
. Les ecoles dans l'Amerique sont les 
plus bonnes du monde. Elles sont bonnes 
dans la situation de la sante, de l'etude, 
de ses gouvernements — en tout, les ecoles 
d'Amerique sont les mieux. 

Notre ecole est un bon example des 
ecoles de notre pays. Elle est grande, 
claire, belle et elle a touts les choses 
modernes qui sont necessaires pour une 
bonne ecole. 

Maintenant la chose la plus nouvelle 
est le cercle francais. La prononciation 
francais des Americains est terrible, mais 
si les enfants, les eleves dans les ecoles 
apprendront la vrai prononciation, ils 
la recorderont quand ils seront vieux, et 
s'ils donneront cette prononciation de 
pere a fils, la prononciation sera mieux. 
Par consequent nous avons le cercle 
francais. 

Mais, voici la chose triste — les eleves, 
pensent que c'est seulement et encore 
un travail additionnel, et ils ne vont 
pas aii cercle. 

Attendez, tout le monde. Premiere- 
ment, votre prononciation sera mieux; 
secondairement, vos mots au francais 
sera certainement mieux; troisiemement, 
le cercle sera plus grand et vous vous 
amuserez beaucoup. 

Allez! Tout le monde au cercle fran- 
cais! MYRTHA LINDEBERG, '25. 



"Perge modo, et verte qua semita 
monstrat." Haec verba Cythereae viden- 
tur demonstrare viam ad felicitatem. Si 
sequimur veram et innocentem semitam 
primo, et si adducimur ut avertamus 
ab ea, ubi dimcultates et curae abstant 
nobis, ea facilitate nihil meremur. 
Superare eas dimcultates, pergere modo 
quoad adsequamur consilimn ad quod 
profecti sumus, facit nos dignos felicitatis. 
MARGARET COSTELLO, '24. 



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UN !0W HIGH 



Fuitmre Improvements for 

LAST night I had a dream that carried 
me ahead to nineteen thirty. Ajs 
I went to school I noted changes enough 
to startle me. I had no sooner taken my 
seat in school and talked to my neighbor 
than I was turned over and spanked 
severely by a machine attached to my 
seat called the "slapper." I had no 
trouble hearing my teachers, as in rooms 
and corridors were amplifiers installed, 
which changed a whisper to a yell. You 
can imagine how it sounded when some 
teachers spoke (not any one in particu- 
lar). 

As I started to mount the stairs slowly, 
my heart went into my mouth as the 
stairs, or now the escalator, gathered 
speed. An elevator was also provided 
for anyone who wished to descend or 
ascend quickly. As the third period 
room adjoined the last room, I went to 
the door. But the teacher didn't want 
the corridors crowded, so she lifted up the 




Our Junior High Schc 

black board for the i 

next room. Free lunch was I for 

everyone at our one-hour recess. 

the day was over I rould 

have to walk home and exerl n 

for the firsl time in the day. Buf an 

airship called the Z-R-l arrived and 

us home. We almost had a collisii 

A-l streel with a small Ford plani I* 

was narrowly averted to the Ford's _ 

luck. 

The next day we took a trip to Blue 
Hill and realized one of Miss \ - - 
science ambitions. We were almost late 

for the next period as the plan- - - 
and took a whole minute to get back. 
Our English assignment being to find a 
new way to solve the air-hip'- traffic 
problems, I started to delve into that 

when I came to. and was happy to know 
that the earth hadn't reached that - 
yet, and 1 -till had time to bre&tl 

EDMUND G. C SINE, Dim 



Venice in Boston 



Place: Faneuil Hall Market, Boston. 
Time: October, 1923. 
Characters: Antonio, Bassanio, Gra- 
tiano. 

Antonio: Well, so this is Boston! 
Bassanio: Methinks this is a fine place, 
but Venice is better. 



Gratiano: Ah. Bassanio, you should not 
be speaking or thinking of Venice. Come 
let us view the strange sights. 

A truck loaded with products ap] 
Bassanio: Well, well, what havt 
here? Indeed, though 1 have seen many 
an animal, this is the most terrible 1 have 
vet beheld. 



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Gratiano: Indeed, 'tis not an animal 
I think, for with those eyes glaring and 
smoke coming from behind, it reminds 
me truly of the devil, yea of the evil one 
himself. 

Bassanio: Fie, fie, Gratiano! what 
foolishness you speak! Would the devil 
be willing to work? Why, this creature 
carries so much it would make the African 
camel blush for shame. Ah, Antonio, 
what a fine creature this would be for 
taking your merchandise from your ships. 
All the merchants in Venice and even the 



Duke himself would turn green with envy, 
and so for making money, why you could 
make Shylock look like a pauper. 

Antonio: Yes, yes, that would indeed 
be fine, but for the life of me I do not 
know what to feed this creature — 

Gratiano, interrupting suddenly : 
Come, come, let us away; already the sun 
has gone down in the west and it is time 
to sup. 

EXIT. 

JOSEPH BREEN. 



Am AmLtamrDi Argument 

"Where yo' get dem watermelons, "Now, Jumbo, I knows what you'se 

Dem great big yallerish ones dere? about, 

Sambo, are you'se swiping dem ober to It's dem watermelons, — yo' wants dem 

Shellon's? all, 

'Cause of yo' is, you'se gonna get wan So yo' fib so much, to keep me out, 

big scare. But you'se not goin' to do it at all. 

"A man tol' me dat dere was great big "For as long as I lib, I'll do as I please, 

ghosts An' I ain't scared to go ober to Shel- 

An' dey was all dressed up in white, Ion's, 

An' when dey get yo', dey make yo' roast, An when I'se ober dere, I'll hab all I 

An' what makes it wuss, it's all in de please 

night!" Ob dem nice big yallerish melons." 

FRANCIS HARRIS. 



Smoke Envelops Norwood 



The burning of the peat bogs and 
Canton Meadows sent out intense smoke 
which frequently buried Norwood and 
other towns nearby Wednesday, October 
17, 1923. The smoke was so intense one 
could not see twenty-five feet away. 

The autoists were blowing their horns 
in a manner that made them sound like fog - 
horns on a foggy day near the coast. It 



was also said that a Norwood woman put 
her clothes out to dry and when she took 
them in, they were all black from smoke. 
The firemen have used one million gallons 
of water on the fire. The fire is burning 
from twelve to fifteen feet underground. 
"Fire is a good servant but a poor 
master." 

JOHN DIXON. 



Teacher: What great man do you 
think of when you put coal on the. fire? 
Pupil: Phillip the Grate. 



Ques. : What is the first thing a billiard 
ball does when it stops? 
Ans. : Looks round — 



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Autumn Wonders 

In autumn days the leaves change color, 
Some arc red an' green an' yeller, 
An' when the wind goes whistlin' by 
You jes' oughter see how them leaves fly; 
Some fly east and souk; fly west , 
'Cordin' to which the wind thinks best. 

An' when the leaves get all brown an' dry 
I look at the trees, an' then I sigh, 
'Cause they did look so green an' fair 
When they had their leaves, but they're 

bare. 
An' while I stand there under a tree 
I look on the ground and there are nuts 

for me. 

So down I sit, right on the ground 
An' begin to paw the leaves around: 
An' when I find more nuts I wonder 
If summer holds as many wonders. 
So though I like spring and summer, too, 
I think autumn's nicest, don't you? 

BARBARA ROBERTS. 



Caught 

44T ET'S have some fun to-night, 

-1— ' boys," said Joe, "we have just 
been sitting around for the last few 
nights doing nothing." 

Then a great chorus of voices shouted, 
"Let's go over to Old Farmer Perkins' 
and take some grapes. We haven't 
been there for a long time." 

"That would be great sport," said Joe, 
"but I have a feeling that we shall be 
caught to-night," Then all shouted, 
"Squealer!" "I'm not a squealer," said 
Joe, "I just thought I'd mention it. 
But if that's where you are going, I will 
go too, because I want to have some fun 
myself." 

Soon they were at Old Farmer Perkins' 
stone wall and silently, one by one, they 
jumped over it, making as little noise 
as possible. They had just reached the 



grape-vine with . 

sweet, delicious grapes hanging from it. 

when they heard a rustle in the I- 

All the boy- stood mlent for a mo 

Then they thought they ha 

things. ;ihd began to fill their pa 

their stomachs with gn 

Suddenly, without warning, 
seized by the collar, and when he I 

his head tO Bee what had happened, there 

was Old Parmer Perkins staring him in 

the face. 

He was very angry with the I 
he took their name- and told them thai he 
would tell their fathers. 

Thus the boys, trying t<> have run in 
their own way, went home that night, 
tired and frightened, wondering what 
would happen t<> them when their 
fathers heard about it. 

The fanner, being a "good SCOUt," 
got the best of his temper the next day 
and remembered that he had once ! 
boy himself and so he forgave the boys, 
making them promise that if they 
wanted grapes again they would 
and ask for them. 

GERTRUDE MALONETS 



Tine Land of the Rising Sun 

WE will take a trip across the ocean 
to the land of the Rising Sun. 
where the dark-skinned and slanting- 
eyed people an 1 talking in a gibberish 

tongue. 

The houses in Japan are very small and 
low. They are built that way because 
of the earthquakes. It also costs a lot 
of money to build the houses up again. 
The houses of Japan are built of strong 
bamboo so they won't hurt anybody when 
they fall. They have no doors or windows 
that open and shut. The only windows 
or doors are made by sliding the screens 
to and fro. 



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They have no chairs or large tables. 
They sit on the floor on beautiful rugs. 
Each person has a table about a foot high. 

The Japanese eat a great deal of rice 
and drink a great deal of tea. They 
have pretty dishes and bowls but they 
eat with chopsticks. 

The people sleep on mats, covering 
themselves with soft quilts. The pillows 
are blocks of wood on which they lay 
their heads. 

Out of doors the people wear sandals 
of wood and straw. These sandals are 
strapped to their feet. You know the 
people never wear their sandals in the 
house and you can always tell how many 
people are in the house by the row of 
sandals outside. On a rainy day the 
people wear high, wooden clogs to keep 
their feet dry. Their raincoats, hats and 
unbrellas are made of oiled paper or rice 
straw. These things keep them dry. 
Instead of stockings they wear foot 
gloves and these are like our mittens. 
The Japs wear long robes with large 
sashes. 

Whenever you want to ride, you ride 
in a go-cart drawn by a man. He can 
run very fast without getting tired. 

The people are very fond of flowers and 
they raise a great many chrysanthe- 
mums. They have a great many festi- 
vals. The cherry blossom is the greatest. 
The children are very happy and their 
parents give them much pleasure. 

GERTRUDE O'BRIEN. 



Tfoie Ammerlcsmi Flag 

The American Flag — 

Long may it wave! 
An emblem of things 

Both noble and brave. 

For the highest ideals 

It always will stand, 
The respect of all nations 

It will always command. 

To all true Americans 

"Our flag" is the best, 
And the nation it stands for 

Leads all the rest. 

So try to keep it 

As high as you can, 
An emblem of the best qualities 

That make a real man. 

ROSE PERLMUTTER, 9B. 



In the Restaurant 

"I'm not a bit hungry — I'll just have 
a cup of tea and a muttered buffm." 

"Ha, ha! you mean a buffered muttin." 

"You're as bad as I am. Of course I 
mean a muffered buttin — " 

"A buttoned muffer — " 

"A buffined mutter — " 

"Oh, pshaw, let's take crumpets!" 

* * * 

Dick: Hawaii? 
Bill: Hayti tell you. 
Jack: Aw, Guam! 



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ATNLET I C S 




At the close of last year, Norwood 
High's football team had established ;i 
record that all forecoming teams will try 
to maintain. The prospects for this 
year looked uncertain with only a few 
veterans returning. However, Coach 
Murray has done wonders with the green 
material and his efforts have been re- 
warded by their remarkable success in 
the games that have been played. 



Everett had a very strong tine and also 
;i fast backfield, which i- a combination 

difficult to defeat. Taylor, the -bitty 
Everett back, was the best ground gainer 
for our opponents. The tun 
ends, McLean and Allen, smeared the 
fast-moving Everetl l>:a-k> time 
time. "Tenner" McDonough played in 
the second half, greatly strengthening the 
team. 



Norwood in New Bedford 
On September 29 Norwood journeyed 
to New Bedford to play their initial 
game. As it was the first contest of the 
year, there was much fumbling and 
penalties imposed. Most of these errors 
were committed by the Norwood team 
and in three cases it cost us touchdowns. 
The ball was carried over New Bedford's 
line by Dower in the first half for the 
only tally of the game. Not at any time 
during the game did New Bedford 
threaten to score. The final result was 
Norwood 6, New Bedford 0. 

Everett vs. Norwood 
Norwood loses its first game by two 
points. The score itself tells the type 
of a game it was — a hard fought combat 
all through. Everett had the edge in the 
first half with Norwood taking the honors 
in the second. 



Worcester Trade vs. Norwood 
The Worcester Trade eleven were 
entertained by Norwood on October 12. 
They possessed a powerful ami big 
and it was forecasted by many that they 
would give our team a stubborn battle. 
During the first half. Norwood circled 
their ends for many substantial gains. 
At the end o\' the first half the s 
stood. Norwood 12. Worcester 0. The 
second half was a repetition oi the first 
with Norwood scoring two more touch- 
downs. The final score was Norwood 26 
Worcester Trade 0. 
So far this season Norwood's goal line 

has not been crossed. 

* * * 

Norwood at Needham 

On October 20, Norwood took on 

Needham at Needham. Needham put up 

a far better game than was expected. 

Norwood tised nothing but straight line 



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plunges, since Coach Murray did not 
want to show Dedhaoi anything more 
than was necessary. Karshis. Norwood's 
right tackle, was injured near the end of 
the first half. Despite the cheering of 
the Dedharn fans against Norwood, the 
final whistle found Norwood leading 
7 to 0. James Thomas. Norwood's 
veteran center, played his usual sterling 
game. 

=£ ^= 4 

Boston Latin vs. Norwood 
On its next start. Norwood over- 
whelmed Boston Latin school bv the 



score of 20 to 0. Norwood found no 
difficulty in gaining through Latin's 
line and continually went for long gains, 
while on the other hand. Latin was 
stopped from gaining by the fine tackling 
of McDonough and Bunney. On the 
offense some fine holes were opened up by 
Hanson, our right guard. The line- 
plunging of Dower was a feature, while 
too much cannot be said of the broken- 
field running of Drummey. "Hoddie" 
Spierdowis played a splendid game, both 
on the offense and defense. 




2 :•_"_ z z _ 

A full period of chorus work, directed 
by Mr. Morse, has been thoroughly en- 
joyed by the High School Chorus every 
Thursday. A few weeks ago the chorus 
rejoiced to find new song books awaiting 
them in Everett Hall. These new books 
seem to have made a decided •"hit" 
among the students, for. in spite of all 
rules, some of the times come out in 
occasional bursts of song in the corridors 
of N. H. S. 

The High School Orchestra and Glee 
Clubs expect to start work very soon 
under the direction of Mr. Morse. 



Activities 

Miss Foster and Miss Hayes have made 
plans for French Clubs to be formed by 
the second and third year French classes. 
The third year students have already 
met and elected the following officers: 
president, M. Costello: vice-president, 
M. McCarthy; secretary, C. Sansone; 
treasurer. H. Murphy. The clubs are 
to meet once a month, and they hope to 
arrange several special programs during 
the vear. 



Senior Class Notes 



Shortly after the opening of school, the 
officers of the Senior Class were elected. 



They were chosen as follows: president, 
Michael Drummey: vice-president. Bar- 



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bara Howos; secretary, Margaret I o 
tello; treasurer (boys), Carl Pun] 
treasurer (girls), Lillian Burdett; execu- 
tive committee: Ruth Watson, George 
Allen, Forrest MacLean Lindsay Cleve- 
land and Edward Landry; athletic 
council, Francis Dower. 

The first class meeting was held the 
week following the election. At t In- 
meeting the subject of class dues was 
taken up. It was finally decided to have 
the tax 25c a month. A greal deal of 
interest in class affairs was displayed 
during this meeting. Let's have all of 
the meetings as snappy and interest ing as 
the last one, Seniors. 



Movies in Norwood High School 

Robin Hood— "Scratchy" Allen. 

Tess of the Storm Country — Esther 
Sinclaire. 

The Sheik— Tony Karshis. 

The Ninety and Nine (almost- 
Senior Class. 

Third Alarm— 8 o'clock bell. 

Three Musketeers— Tony, Bud and 
"Dogger." 

Rip Van Winkle— Bud Dower. 

The Fruit Vender— "Eb" Sansone. 

Queen of Sheba— Nellie Readel. 

Freckles— 'Tat" Pendergast. 

Five Dollar Baby— Peter Farioli. 

The Kid— Stanton Slavin. 

Money, Money, Money— Carl Am- 
brose (treasurer). 

Follies of the Day— Seniors in 7th 
Period. 

Daredevil Dick — Dick Cuff. 

Gentleman of Leisure— John Dowdie. 

Someone Must Pay— Class Tax. 

The Woman with Four Faces Miss 
Abbott in 7th Period. 

The White Flower— Katherine Foss. 

Experience— Our four years in N. H. S 

Life of the Party— Mickey Drummey. 

Printer's Devil— Henry Diggs. 



Tin 

i. iii- - 

Children of 
chestra. 

The 

Behind Clo 
Offio 



Senior Jokes 
Mi— Blaisdell reading I 
they shook hands all o 

Miss Blaisdell Giv< u exai : . 

pun. 

Bibs: ( toe of my stockings is all ■■ 
and the other i- .-ill holes. 

* • * 

Lindsay: Do you 1 i k.« - inrl- with 
brown eyes? 
John: No, I like girls with green I 

* * * 

O'Connor: Hid you 
pedestrian held up for breaking traffic 

rules? 

Landry: No, but I never saw a p 
trian run over an automobile and " 

it. 

* * * 

The Senior Latin ( ": - 

M. Costello, translating: '11 - 
at Venus with his face." 

H. Parrock: "The .leer stood 
with a oherry tree on his head." 

* * * 

Latin Translation 

"The Trojans dug up the dead I s 
which they took as an omen." 
Helen Gottberg, 1 wouldn't call a 

dead horse an omen, I*d call it 

* * * 

Miss Foster (to O'Connor who had 
just translated): That is a g 
translation but the words do not moan 
that. 



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Our Idea of Nothing at All 

1. Studious Sophomores. 

2. Pat's hair cut. 

3. Seventh period. 



4. Wrap around skirts. 

5. Rainy days. 

6. Sixth Period History Clas 

7. Ruth's curls! 

8. Staying after school. 



Junior Notes 



Here we are. ex-sophomores, as Juniors! 
It's a grand and glorious feeling! 

Everybody seems to expect a great deal 
from our Class with a capital c) and we 
have a great deal to do to live up to these 
expectations. The Junior year either 
makes or breaks a class, so we must de- 
cide, and more than decide, act in making 
ours. 

At our first class meeting Mr. Grant 
spoke to us of these responsibilities, and 
especially emphasized the importance of 
the election of class officers. Nomina- 
tions were in order, he said. 

For the next week, the Juniors buzzed 
and frowned over nomination slips. Mr. 
Grant had been emphatic about not 
taking anybody just because he was a 
friend or from one's home room, that 
every one was just a bit worried over 
whom he should nominate. Nomina- 
tions closed with the school week, elec- 
tion blanks were passed out and collected 
on Tuesday and on Wednesday the 
following results were shown: 

President. Ernest Malloy: Vice-Presi- 
dent, Helen Corcoran: Secretary, Myrtha 
Lindeberg: Girl Treasurer. Silvia En- 
dresen: Boy Treasurer. Bobby Wald- 
heim: Athletic Council. "Hoddy" Spier- 
dowis: Executive Committee. Albert 
Harrison. Vincent Kenefick. Edith 
Macready. Bertha McCarthy. Dorothy 
Williams. 

Xow you class officers, get busy! Get 
our class ahead! Some pretty nice things 
are being said about the recently gradu- 
uated class of '23. but when we graduate 



people won't say anything! They will 
be muted by our magnificent spirit and 
success. 

Good old Juniors! They stick by our 
football team! Whether the road leads 
to far-off Xew Bedford or near-by 
Everett and Xeedham, depend upon the 
Junior's Rah! Rah! 

We do intend to get ahead. But when 
Miss James calmly told English Ilia that 
we would cover a century in two clays, we 
gasped. That's . just a little fast even 
for us. 

Grace P. translate •'sourdine'' for 
"sardine" in French IIB. 

Fishy stories — "Believe that and I'll 
tell you another is her policy. In the 
above mentioned class she even inter- 
preted eyeballs into high balls! 

Mr. Smith giving up hope) : Here I 
talk and explain, while you are wandering 
in the fields of Elysium with the shades 
of Virgil! But its a wise man that doesn't 
lose his temper — (but this really went 
clean over our respective heads). 

Grace P. often loses her head and her 
temper, but on the X. B. trip she lost 
her shoes. 

Miss Gow: I didn't see those notes I 
asked you to put on your papers yester- 
day. 

Karshis: I put them there. 

Miss Gow: I didn't see them, what were 
they? 

Karshis: Do, me. sol. 



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Miss Wilson: Whal relation 
these two men? 
Miss H. Curran: Brother and sisl 

■ 
Miss Nugent: How long were Un- 
people killed? 

* * * 

Rafuse: There's some one in the corn- Miss M 

dor looking at me. h.r. 
Miss Gow: How can they bear it? 

* * * Mis8< ■"•.>. I 
Miss Wilson: What is the present of up when 1 

the verb "to be"'? 



Sophomore 

Come on all of you Sophomores, let's 

show the Juniors and Seniors that even 
though they may be older and perhaps 
wiser than we. we are not at all slow. 
Neither are we less bright and enthu- 
siastic because of our age! 

The attendance of the Sophomores 
at all High School games has already 
proved the enthusiasm in that direction. 

Even though our distinguished upper 
classmen have forgotten that they were 
Sophomores once and may occasionally 
drop a sarcastic remark, pay no attention 
to them but leave them to their thoughts. 

Let's be as regular in our attendance at 
school as we can be and prove to Mr. 
Grant and The Faculty that we are not 
a class of absentees. 

Remember that we are the largest class 
that has yet entered the Norwood High 
School and we must "Live Up To Our 
Good Xame." 



Class Notes 

At • 
Grant introdu 

way- of the S tig 3 

* 

( )n ' ' • 
Grant called ■ - 
t<> explain and pi 

of class officers which will t 

* * * 

Mr. < Irani u 
now-a-days l<-t t ; _ 

school with nothing but m< 

* * * 

Teacher: What nationality 

pea iv. 
Pupil 



1-t Soph, 
new pi 
2nd - 



Italian. 

* * * 

What i< the nam 
Fur Elise. Furn 



Hake: \ ■ _'•■ 1 and ai _ . 
Miss Lynch: A gl 




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ALUMI\UJ\Q\/5 



The Alumni is mighty glad to see the 
"Arguenot" beginning another year, and 
feels sure it will find a place in the highest 
rank of school papers. Each year shows 
improvement, and sometimes it is diffi- 
cult for one to realize (especially one of 
class '21) that the large, good-looking 
magazine is really the same N. H. S. 
"Arguenot" which struggled so for exis- 
tence during 1920 and 1921. The edi- 
torial staff and officers have the best 
wishes for success and co-operation from 

the entire alumni. 

* * * 

Did you see Mr. Cutler when he visited 
in Norwood recently? He looks ex- 
tremely well, and reports enthusiastically 

of Athol. 

* * * 

Dave Foren is practising forward 
passes for the Syracuse Freshmen team, 
and according to reports has a promising 

athletic future there. 

* * * 

Tom O'Donnell has been playing end 
on the Colby team this season. 

* * * 

Molly Hayden and Eddie McMahon 
were united in marriage at Dedham 
Thursday morning, October 25. They 
will reside on Nahatan street. 



. Hallenice McKenny is to be congratu- 
lated in that she was one of the first 
freshmen to be admitted to the B. U. 

Glee Club. 

* * * 

Florence Wigmore Kelly has preserved 
the reputation of 1920 by prefixing a 
"Mrs." We were afraid that class was 
going to be slow. 



Cynthia Colburn is opening a lunch 
room in the near future at Hartford, 
Conn. She is calling it the " Worth 
While," and everyone will judge that a 
good nomen who has sampled any of her 

cooking. 

* * * 

Speaking of weddings — Herbert Peter- 
son and Madeline Lundgren were ac- 
cepting congratulations on October 29. 

* * * 

George Meyer entered Northeastern 
University this fall. 

* * * 

Gertie Wragg had her picture in the 
Boston Globe recently when she was 
elected class cheer leader at Lasselle. 



The Class of '95 recently held its re- 
union at Winchendon. This class cer- 
tainly must have had a fine spirit to 
judge from the faithful reunions each 

year. 

* * * 

John Flaherty, '20, is progressing in the 
same sweet line. He's now selling for a 
candy concern. 



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EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT 






We wish to acknowledge thankfully the 
following exchanges which have been 
received during the summer and (lie paal 
two months : 

"The Orange and Black," Brunswick, 
Maine. 

"The Durfee Hilltop," Fall River, 
Mass. 

"The Garnet," Richmond, Maine. 

"The Gloucester Beacon," Gloucester, 
Mass. 

"The Echo," Winthrop, Mass. 

"The Tripod," Roxbury Latin School. 

"The Ateneo Monthly," Philippine Is- 
lands. 

"The Newtonite," Newton, Mass. 

"The Neponset Review," East Walpole, 
Mass. 

"The School Life," Melrose, Mass. 

"The Boston University Beacon," Bos- 
ton, Mass. 



COMMENTS ON OUR ARGUENOT 
"The Tripod" — Another newcomer 
worth mention. It is entertaining from 
cover to cover. "The Alumni Notes" 
are written in a breezy, humorous fashion, 
and the Foreign Language Department is 
fine. The cut heading the School Notes 
appealed to us. We envy you your 
Literary Department. It is monstrous. 
Would that the editorials were propor- 
tionate! The article which we find under 
that head in the April issue is a rather 
doubtful editorial. But that is a small 
matter compared to the general strength 
of the magazine throughout. 



THE ARGUENOT ON OUR COM 

MENTS 
"The Orange and Black."— Your cuts 
quite take our breath away. You are 



surely blessed witl 

Youi editorial "Kick* B 

Found" appealed 

"The Durfee Hilltop 
interesting magazine. We I:- 
jokes, particularlj P 

"The Tripod." \ .• •;• 
paper, well arranged. Your n 
arranging jokes among the 
infiiis is clever and unique. 
change column i- excellent, seemingly 
written with gn I 
would suggest thai a few m< 
would improve and add to the u I 
of your paper. 

"The Echo."— You have an 
Literary I department. We liked tt. 
pages for autographs in your ( !omn 
ment number and some of th< 
tickled our sciim' of humor. 

"The ( rloucester Beacon."— ^ 
your "Senior Flicker" an excellent 
mencement number, and enjoyed reading 
it very much 

"The Ateneo Monthly." W 
glad to welcome among our exchang - 
magazine from the far-away Philippines, 
"The Ateneo" is a publication worthy 
of praise. The editorials are well written 
and the attractive cover design adds 
much to the appearance of the whole 
paper. 

"The Newtonifc " V very n 
paper. The slogans on either side o\ the 
title are inspiring and the school plat- 
form is unusual. We notice the appear- 
ance of a fine cartoon in your issue oi 
October twenty-third. That is an im- 
provement which we were about to S lg- 
gest. and we hope that your artistic talent 
will appear more frequently in other 
numbers. 



Electric and Oil Study Lamps, Students' 
Desks and Chairs 



BIGELOW FURNITURE COMPANY 

700 Washington Street 

TELEPHONE 0091 NORWOOD.. MASS. 

SWITZER'S PHARMACY 

We carry a full line of 
Fountain Pens and Pencils 

TALBOT BLOCK NORWOOD 

Compliments of 
Compliments of gffl r rrjnn ft &\mt 

" (The IFmtr nf Hs " Sramuttr 

(Club 



iKtrharnscni 
HAROLD W. GAY Artr ™ ft *hop 

REAL ESTATE PARI 

NORWOOD. - - MASS. 



JUST RIGHT TAILORING CO. 

High Grade Custom Tailors for Ladies and Gents 



Cleaning, Dyeing. Remodelling of All Kinds of Garments 



Furs Remodelled. We Call and Deliver 



. : " )R SERVICE CALL 

CHARLES KRAYETZ LOl - 

J. J. CLEARY 
(Tut Jflnutrrs emit Jfloral iBrsigns 

Flowers Telegraphed to All Parts the World 
712 Washington Street Phone 0032-J 



ESTABLISHED 1795 



BIRD & SON 



INCORPORATED 




BIRD, 

NeponseT 




EXAMINE THE TOP OF DAD'S CAR' 

QLINCK spring the weather h >babl) 

^ checked or cracked the finish and made 
it look worn and rusty. 

Fall rains and winter sleet and Bnovv will 
enlarge these cracks and cause leaks to 
nothing of the shabby appearance. 

BARCO AUTO TOP dressing will re- 
new the finish on your top, prevent further 
checking and make the top look like new . 

For sale at all local garages. 

The Holliston Mills. Inc. 

NORWOOD. MASS. 



BALFOUR'S BAKERY 

NORWOOD, MASSACHUSETTS 



The Twentieth Century Tailoring and 
Cleansing Shops 



GET THE NEAREST STORE 



532 WASHINGTON STREET NORWOOD, M 5S 

Telephone, Nor. 0312-J 



ALL MAKES 

Sold and Exchanged 



Tel. 



FORT HILL 1813 



S 10 
{Mi 



\IN 6356 



l_. FRANK PERKINS 

TYPEWRITER EXPERT 



Main Office: 
70 FRANKLIN STREET, BOSTON 



SOUTH END HARDWARE CO. 

NICHOLAS ABDALLAH, Proprietor 



The Largest Hardware Store Between 
Boston and Providence Because 

WE SERVE THE PEOPLE 



043-1047 WASHINGTON STREET 

Telephone 0405 



NORWOOD 



Compliments of 



Wellington Pharmacy 

E. S. Blumenkranz, Prop. 



WINSL0W GARAGE 

Oakland, Star and Durant 
Service Station 



1014 Washington St., - Norwood 
850 Washington St., Norwood Telephone o-389-M 



Complinti i 

T. FERIOU 

WALNUT AVENUE 



NORWOOD TRUST COMPANY 

699 Washington Street, Norwood. M 



Commercial and Savings Departments 



Deposits in Savings Departments go on interest the 
first day of each month 



SAFE DEPOSIT BOXES $5.00 PER YEAR 



HOURS SATURD - 

8.30 A. M.— 3.00 P.M. - 2 M 7—9f M. 



Compliments of 

NORWOOD CANDY SHOP 

648 Washington Street Long Block Norwood. Y 



S. C. PHILLIPS 



DRY GOODS 



Washington St. Norwood, \L 



DR. WOLFE 

NORWOOD - - M 



COMPLIMENTS OF 

NORWOOD LUMBER COMPANY 



MARSTON'S EXPRESS 

Norwood, Walpole, Eas t Walpole and Boston 

3 VERNON STREET NORWOOD, MASS. 

Telephone 1101 Nor. 

'"Put Your Feet in Regan's Hands." ^00(1 SpeCJdlt)' SJlOP 

1. R FIR KM \\ r prietor 



J. W. REGAN 

Regan's Shoe Corner 



'Drv Goods and Gents' 
Furnishings 



NORWOOD - - MASS. 502 WASHINGTON ST NORWOOD 



RADIO FANS 

"VTe specialize in the best equipment. Give us a trial. 

R. C.—Crosley— Chelsea 



NORWOOD RADIO COMPANY 

R. A. NORTON 
NOR. 057 S-M N. H. 5. '19 11 LIXDEX STREET 



COMPLIMEXTS OF 

NORWOOD FURNITURE CO. 



F. W. WOOLWORTH COMPANY 

5 AND 10 CEM STORE 



T. B. MULVEHILL 
LIMOUSINE SERVICE 

Funeral and Hospital Work a specialty. Also 
Weddings and Parties 

TELEPHONE 0830 OR 0&7-W 



mpliments of 

NORWOOD CASH GROCERY 



A. C BANK* ,grr 



TK\ 01 R SHOES 'inn Wl \\l 



Buy a Good Shoe and Save Monei 



PETERSON BROS. 



r09 ^V asbiiiiitou Street N • 

ADAMS COMPANY S. D'ESPINOSA 

Women's and Children's 

Furnishings Cigars, ( g -. Fruit, 

Ice Cream, Tofc 

NORWC - - MASS 



[ :mflinunis of 



DEEB'S 

5 AND 10 CENT STORE 

CHRISTMAS TOYS 



1121 and 1125 Washington Street 

NORWOOD, MASS. 

r^ephone 0389- J 



REAL ESTATE 



MORTGAGES 



CARROLL H. WOODS 

N. H. S. '08 
IXSURAXCE 

OF ALL KLXVS 



601 WASHINGTON ST. 



NORWOOD, MASS. 



S5 FIVE DOLLARS S5 

Will enroll you and start you toward ownership of the 
Ford -- i elect. Take advantage of this new, 
e ray to own a Ford which offered you through 
the Ford Weeklv Purchase Plan. 



GEORGE M. LEPPER INC. 



McLeod & Dean 
Choice 

COMPLIMENTS OF 

leas, Correes, Spices 

CASH MONEY 

848 Wash. St., Norwood 

TEL. CONN. 



NORWOOD ALTO STATION, INC. 



AUTHORIZED AGENTS 



CADILLAC, HUDSON, ESSEX, NASH, RI 
AND REO SPEEDWAGON 



A Full Line of Automobile Accessories 



"The House that Good Sen ice Bu. 

Tel. Xor. Oil and 0732 Branch. I 



SCHOOL SUPPLIES 



STUDENT NOTEBOOKS 



WATERMAN AND DUNN FOUNTAIN PEN-. KVERSHARP AM- SOU- 

PI 



Headquarters for 
EASTMAN KODAKS fc BROWNIE CAMERA! 



GARNER'S PHARMACY 

CORNER COTTAGE 



JAMES A. HARTSHORN 



Fresh Killed Poultry 



615 Washington Street, Norwood 
Telephone Nor. 0118 



FRANK W. FAY 

DEALER IN HARDWARE 

Paints, Oils, Glass and 
Auto Accessories 



Washington Street 



Norwood 



OUR SPECIALTIES 



Morse Made Clothes, Carter Union Suits, Duofold 
Underwear, Lamson & Hubbard Hats and Caps 



NORWOOD CLOTHING CO. 

GENE SULLIVAN, Proprietor 



Norwood Monumental 
Works 



Memorials of Distinction. Cemetery 
lettering promptly attended to in any 
cemetery. Monuments in all New Eng- 
land Granites. 



Washington Street Norwood 



Compliments of 

A FRIEND 



Compliments of 

1L 8L ^atoui 



Special Prices 



Toe Slippers 




$2.95 


Ballet Slippers 




$1.95 


Boys' Running Pants 




.75 


Boys' Jerseys 




.59 


Boys' Suction Sneakers. 


Sale 


$1.35 



E. PERLMUTTER